Scarlett felt oddly calm despite the circumstances presented to her. The girl who fell into hysteria over bad hair days and mixed up coffee orders barely batted an eye faced with an actual emergency. The irony would’ve made her laugh if it weren’t for the overwhelming sense of doom beginning to settle itself in the pit of her stomach. She truly hadn’t been worried ten minutes ago, sure the storm would let up soon enough and they’d all be able to get home. But the progress report given by the firefighters pretty much put that theory to rest.
They were not only stuck here indefinitely but with no food, limited water, and less room.
“Fun,” she mumbled to herself sarcastically, strolling away from the concerned citizens shouting their questions. She found no reason to stick around for answers when they wouldn’t change the situation they all found themselves in. On her way back to the firetruck she now called home, she spotted a familiar face. “Archie,” she called, changing trajectory and plopping down beside him in his corner of the fire house. “Why am I not surprised to find you sitting here by yourself?”