She stood like only a hunted thing could, somehow managing to blend in with rock and wicker, and looking as if she were about to bolt. But for her pale face and dark hair, she was brightness. She might be tromping through this shit field as deeply as he, but she did not stink of it. She was clean...
A bright flash of lightning seared the heavens and a few moments later thunder fell through the crack, rolling and pitching as it came. Hard darts of rain slanted from the sky, driving wet pellets into their eyes and between the folds of their clothing. They entered the building with water stream...