Round 66

The bathroom door slammed shut behind them, muffling but not eliminating the ominous groans from outside. Hera pressed her back against the cool tile wall, trying to still her racing heart. Abby was huddled in the corner opposite her, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. "Hera," Jeane's voice cut through the tense silence. "We need to get you and Abby out of here. Now."