"Let's make our move when the water delivery comes today. We're not waiting any longer."
The group had been fed like cattle, and just staying cooped up in this small room was no longer an option.
The tribal guards usually brought them water once every three days. The plan was to rush out the moment they opened the door and stop being penned up in here.
In truth, the wooden hut's door couldn't have held them for a while now, but Tang Mo hadn't seen the end of the drama between this tribe and the Xing Clan.
She had wanted to wait a little longer, but it didn't seem like things would resolve anytime soon. They would have to rethink their plans. Otherwise, if they waited any longer, they'd all gain a few pounds.
But they waited an entire day, from morning till night, and still no one came to give them water.
For the past week, it was as if they had been completely forgotten in this wooden hut.
