02.04.202X - 03.04.202X - No Relief
02.04. - 03.04.202X – NO RELIEF Sayori stood in the shower, the mirror of the medicine cabinet already misted over. She was sore, sore and weak, almost unable to move her arms high enough to scrub her aching shoulders clean, sweat and skin oils and small particles of lint and dust slowly giving way to the mango-scented body wash she’d insisted on slipping into her pack back in Ekron. Outside, the rain was steadily drumming on the steel roof, not really starting again, rather resuming what had begun in the morning. The forest was out there as well, somewhere past the mango-scented cloud that enveloped her aching body, likely as wet and miserable as she had been earlier. But foreboding? No, not anymore, not in the same way. Katie had ”finished up” her – no, their – workout with a short jog along a barely visible, but well-worn trail, going up and down hills and dodging underbrush until she found herself throwing up in her mouth. And then, into a bush. Katie ha...