Leon slid down the wall until he sat on the cold floor. The impact of his body hitting the ground echoed in the silent bunker like a distant bomb blast.
Pam!
He clasped his arms that wouldn't stop shaking and squeezed them until the knuckles turned white.
Lieutenant Prince turned from the supply shelves and glanced at Leon with an unreadable expression in the low light.
Leon stared back, waiting for a word, a comment, or a criticism, but nothing came. Prince simply turned back to his inventory, letting the silence between them turn icy.
Leon's fingers scrabbled for something to ground him and brushed against a small bag near his thigh, then pulled it closer.
Inside, his fingers closed around something cool and damp. He pulled it out and noticed it was a half-full water pouch that had its plastic slick with condensation.
