I woke up once again reaching for a gun that wasn't in my hand.
My chest jerked hard enough to hurt. For a second, I didn't know where I was. The dark pressed in from all sides, but something lighter bled into the damp trees from overhead..
Fuck, my head hurts.
It was…morning?
Might've been around 5 or 6, too.
I hated waking up this early.
I silently rubbed the bottom of my eye. My stomach rolled. My pulse was still sprinting. Every shadow looked wrong. Every branch looked like a hand.
The memory of my outburst last night invaded my mind before anything else could.
God damn it.
I dragged both palms over my face and forced myself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
The fire had burned low during the night. Embers glowed weak and orange in the pit. Lila's blanket was tossed aside nearby.
Naomi's spot was empty.
At first, my brain didn't accept it. It just looked at the shape of the ground where she'd slept. Then at the missing pack. Then at the missing rifle.
