I wake up snuggled into Orion's shoulder with my brother standing over me. He does not look happy.
I stretch my stiff limbs. "Good morning, Gabe," I yawn.
"Good morning, Genevieve," he says stiffly. Nope. Not happy.
"You okay?"
"Just dandy," he responds curtly, leaning against the shelter wall. If he had a cigarette, he'd be a picture right out of a noir.
I squint at him out of the corner of my eye. "Alright, then..." I shift out of Orion's still-sleeping grasp, stretching to my full height.
He scoffs, turning away and flopping back into his own pillow pile.
This is going to be a long day...
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Beneath the Shadowlanders
Science FictionWe knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all s...
