Chapter 8
Sue worked her way through the streams of nervous and chattering walkers, continuing her best efforts not to meet anyone’s eyes. Her habit of overwork and basically avoiding people on the few hours she had off was paying off beautifully, with no one recognizing her.
If one person managed to remember her face from some long-ago command list, she knew everyone would swarm her with questions she was in no position to answer. Especially with no sleep and the stim-itch flaring up like mad. It was everything she could do to stop herself from digging at her palms or stopping to scratch her back against the corridor wall.
A faster walk than she thought possible had her leaving the spotless white corridor with light changing to the warm, reddish glow of evening behind. The floor was ba
