His arms around her were comforting, protecting. She felt safer with him than she ever had. After pulling a blanket over their weary bodies, she tucked herself against him once again, her eyes fluttering closed. His use of her nickname brought a tired smile to her lips, her fingers that rested against his back ran across his spine. She wasn’t sure what tomorrow held, she just focused on the now. Soon, she drifted to sleep, surrounded by his warmth and smell. His fingers running through her hair sent goosebumps across her skin, the feeling pushing her further into a deep rest. There were no dreams, no nightmares, just sleep.<br/><br/>She was jarred awake by a blaring alarm, the sound coming from the hallways. The repetitive noise echoed through the complex. She shot up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she processed the alarm. She rubbed her eyes before turning to Carson, shaking him awake. “Cars, Carson, get up.” She jumped out of bed, scrambling for her clothes. She tugged on her gear—her pants, shirt and jacket as well as her harness— All the Runners wore roughly the same thing. Buckling her belt and, after snagging what weapons she had brought and strapping them to her waist, she waited for Carson.<br/><br/>The alarm sounded whenever a hostile body approached the complex. It alerted the arunners so they could gear up, assess the situation, and act. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she was ready for the fight.