009. come together

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NINE!
come together
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 ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮NINE!come together  ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

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Despite the miserable feeling that currently loomed over the camp, some of the teenagers refused to give into the fear mongering. The urge to survive was w way more powerful emotion than the grief and fear that was currently seeping into their camp's atmosphere.

Some of the teens did mourn for the potential loss of their innocence but the need to live until the next day was a stronger drive. And they knew that the only way that could was to jump straight into action, doing anything they could that could potentially expand their lifespan.

One of the teens who had kicked themselves into survival overdrive was Julian Nero. The male was determined to transform their camp more homely and most importantly, a safe place for all of the delinquents to live without worry.

The boy was currently in the dropship, practically pulling the place apart in search of any useful items that could help them survive. But he was mostly looking for the abundance of tent packages that the Council had left them.

Julian knew that finding those tents would mean that the teens could finally sleep well as they were no longer having to shoved themselves into the dropship like sardines. More sleep means more productivity and then their camp could actually flourish properly into a real home.

It would be a win-win situation for them but if only he could find those damn tents.

Julian Nero has probably spent half of his day on looking for the desired item. He's practically search everywhere. He checked every single compartment, behind the abundance of seats and even pulled up loose floorboards on to see if they've been stuffed under there. But he has yet to find them and he was getting frustrated by it.

Just when he had given up all hope on finding them, someone else had accidentally but luckily stumbled upon the tent packages. "I think I found them!"

That happily announcement was enough to cause Julian to jump from his spot on the ground. He got up and immediately rushed down the ladder to find the person. "You found them?" He asked excitedly, upon stepping onto the first floor.

Standing in front of him was Tuesday, who was currently struggling to hold up the heavy tent package. "I did." She beamed happily, handing them over to the eager male.

"Thank you so much." Julian was grateful for the extra hands around the camp.

Since most of the important delinquents had left to find the missing girl, Julian Nero had decided to take it upon himself to help set up their camp (well, make it more livable), since they were still living off the bare minimum. If they were going to permanently live on the ground then they had to actually set up a real home.

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