Chapter 78

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After dinner, Court took the first watch so he could listen to the radio while the others slept. Out in the hallway, his back against the door to the storage room, he sat on the floor with Ronnie’s gun within reach beside him and fiddled with the radio dials. He kept the sound down low, just in case it carried into the room behind him. There wasn’t much to hear anyway but bursts of static and the occasional clip far down near the end of the band which he couldn’t seem to tune in properly. After a while, he gave up and set the radio aside. Standing, he stretched his arms up towards the ceiling, then hefted the gun in one hand as he took a quick look around. The place was quiet around him, almost dead, and he returned to the storage room door to wait out his shift.