Luna Shorts

Habit

Ashes. That’s what woke her up. A soft snowfall of ashes falling over her face as the earth crumbled above with force. She stirred immediately. How long had she been out? Too long, for certain. The bunker creaked with her weight as she crept off, walking to the sink. A girl with a tired gaze and a mess of dark curls stared back. She sighed, washing the grit from her cheeks before deciding it had really been far too long. Time to find Porter. She lifted a trapdoor beyond the main ground and slipped in. A spiral of dark, moistened steps led to the hidden lab, lit just enough with a small luster.