Jaxon woke up to a white ceiling. For a moment, his mind felt empty. Then his eyes shifted to the clock on the wall.
4:02 p.m.
He had slept longer than he expected, but his body needed it. Tonight, he would be on night watch. He sat up slowly, rubbed his face, and let out a quiet breath.
After washing up, he got ready and stepped out to check on the others.
As he walked through the underground bunker, he could not help but feel impressed again. The place was bigger than it looked from the outside. Wide halls, solid walls, even a separate training room. Whoever owned this house before must have been rich, or paranoid, or both. Either way, they were lucky to find it.
Still, no matter how good the place was, Jaxon did not want to stay in this city for long. Good shelters only delayed the danger, they did not erase it.
