Tiffany led the gaggle of gals and their erstwhile guards to a section of the compound that they had yet to visit before. They’d always turned left coming from the long hallway where their quarters were located, but now they turned right. Although the building they were in still had the strange, oppressive feel of a concrete bunker, there was some relief down this right hallway, which had a number of long, thin skylights cut into the ceiling above that let in some light. The glass was frosted, making it difficult for Carrie to tell what direction the light was coming from - not that it would have made much difference. Carrie was no survivalist; knowing what direction the light came from wouldn’t do much for her.
So, instead of worrying about gleaning clues from the direction of the sun, t
