Round 98

Merrin approaches the rubble, wincing at the pain in her knee as she crouches down. "Halie? You still with us?" she calls out, her voice echoing in the cavernous space. The air is thick with dust and the acric smell of crushed stone. I can't see her, but there's a faint moan that might be her. My fingers find a gap in the debris and I wedge in my crowbar, testing the weight. It doesn't shift. I glance back at...