Nightshift 25: F17
EVA shook the radio a few times, mulling over the broadcast. A demon, a killer of men, hidden, but you'd need to find eggs - ammunition -
She smirked. This radio-man, whoever the hell he was, wanted to help her. He'd hidden a gun somewhere around here! Her hands clenched around an imaginary grip. She would get it.
But first, she decided, she had some personal matters to take care of.
She opened her journal, took out one of the pens, and started to write a letter.
When she was done, she folded it up and slipped it down her shirt for safekeeping.
With her torch in one hand, radio in the other, she got up to leave.
She smirked. This radio-man, whoever the hell he was, wanted to help her. He'd hidden a gun somewhere around here! Her hands clenched around an imaginary grip. She would get it.
But first, she decided, she had some personal matters to take care of.
She opened her journal, took out one of the pens, and started to write a letter.
When she was done, she folded it up and slipped it down her shirt for safekeeping.
With her torch in one hand, radio in the other, she got up to leave.