The Forsaken
Curtains and shelving units and all manner of things happened quickly. The three men were used to working hard and long hours, and with their noses down and their focus honed in, it didn't seem that there was any fuss along the route so far. Noah was thankful for that. Whatever they could do to aid their people and give further sanctuary was best. But Noah did interrupt the mental silence towards Deimos, wondering as they worked: Have you gotten word from the other regions?
"We probably could use a few more cots, and extra blankets don't hurt." Noah suggested. Even if they didn't need to use every inch of space and ever fabric of their supplies now didn't mean they wouldn't in the future. After all, they were in a state where the unknown outweighed the known. Noah worked to move cots in to place after his suggestion was heard.
Noah moves cots and says why not make more!
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
