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CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE
WHEN THE MOSQUITOES ATTACK
"your trigger finger's mine"
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     Hunched over a fire desperately trying to catch the warts radiating off of it was Dylan.

     After walking for way too long, Lincoln had finally rerouted them off the trail at to a cave he had knowledge off just nearby. It kind of looked like the one from that time he had saved her from the acid fog. Actually, it looked exactly like it. Dylan wasn't too sure it wasn't the same one.

     Lincoln had made the fire after Dylan had made several failed attempts. She thought she had picked up of a few things since being down on earth for those weeks, and though she wouldn't ever admit it infront do Lincoln she did view herself as some kind of earth goddess after being able make a fire once back at the camp with the help of Bellamy. Dylan was starting to realize she new jack about earth or how to survive down her, at least on her own. Back in the camp she had just been sailing off of everyone else's skills and went with it.

     Lincoln was resting on his back on the moss covered ground. The cave smelled very earthly, but Dylan was used to the smell by now. After all, they were on the earth. It was a hundred times better then metal anyway.

     The walls curved into weird shapes that caught Dylan's attention. Slowly she let her eyes slip across the dark rock walls, fascination blowing over her. It wss truly beautiful how something like this was just there, already perfectly formed for them to camp for the night. The only complaint Dylan had was that it was a little too damp in there.

Sitting on the cold and wet ground was drenching Dylan's pants, but the fire infront of her was worth it. The way the warm air flowed from the bonfire and across her face almost gave her a euphoric feeling. Dylan let her arms wrap around herself as she shut her eyes closed. She was pretending someone was hugging her. It didn't really matter who, just someone. A feeling of peace hit her for a moment, before Lincoln's voice interrupted her fantasy.

"You should get some sleep. Tommorrow will be a long day. You'll need the energy." He sounded tired himself, and almost a little vulnerable. It was a change of pace from the Lincoln she usually saw. Lincoln was this big, tuff grounder guy. Not half asleep groggy guy taking care of her. Oh well, Dylan wasn't going to complain. As long as she had Lincoln, she really didn't care which version it was.

Reluctantly the girl got to her feet, leaving the fire behind to drop down next to Lincoln. She made sure there was some distance between them as to not invade his privacy too much. She shot him a tired smile, her tired eyes screaming for her to get some sleep.

"Nighty night." She said, finally letting sleep take over the harsh reality. All thoughts and feelings slipped into the night as Dylan fell asleep next to Lincoln. A buzzing in her ear was keeping her from actually falling asleep. Instead, she was half asleep, swatting her hand lazily around herself.