Part III • Chapter VII

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Rest and Recovery

Rest and Recovery

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Sang

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Sang

I looked at the sleeping men around me. I wasn't sure entirely what the plan was, or who was supposed to be scouting what, but I did know that this was one hundred percent not fair.

Nathan, Victor and Silas - who was still not one hundred percent back to normal despite our intensive make-out session earlier - had fallen asleep on the packed dirt floor, using their capes as cushioning and as a way to attempt to stay clean.

I had offered the cot for one of them to use, but no one wanted me to leave the building and they wanted me to stay on it. I was just told to rest, and relax. As if that was possible.

I was already so bored.

Gabriel, to my knowledge, had gone outside to take first shift. I had offered to keep watch instead of him, while Gabriel also rested, but apparently that was not a good idea - or something.

So, instead of being useful or doing something productive, I found myself pouting on the cot as I glared at the sea of shirtless husbands before me.

Granted, the view was rather nice, I wouldn't deny it, but still. It was the point.

I could only wait until their breathing evened out and it was apparent that everyone was in a deep sleep before I could make my move.

First things first, preparation.

I grabbed the archery set that Victor had said was for me, and the bag that had been given to me at the beginning of the games but I had been too distraught to really pay any attention to. Then, slowly, I crept my way to the front door. Upon successfully reaching my destination, and once again making sure that I had not managed to wake anyone up, I slowly edged it open.

Nathan had picked a sleeping location closest to the door in order to prevent this very thing, he said, but little did he know that he was a deeper sleeper than he thought.

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