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tw: violence, allusion to an animal dying
THE campfire proved to be a very reliable night light for y/n. she sat by the fire, listening to the soft crinkling of the flames along with the occasional crunchy sounds of the pages being turned. y/n couldn't get much sleep despite knowing that it was necessary for the urgent trip back home the next morning. so, she hoped some midnight reading could bore her enough to the point of sleeping.
earlier that night, all of the girls sat around the fire and listened to van explain the whole plot of a movie she had seen—spoilers and all. the ginger didn't hesitate to expose all of the twists and turns as if she actually witnessed it with her two eyes.
in retrospect, y/n started to truly admire van's ability to tell an entertaining story. especially since it made the group feel more comfortable with being in the wilderness with no solid shelter. it definitely worked for y/n, who feel asleep once van finished up the movie details. but she unfortunately woke up due to a nightmare only an hour or two later. it was hard to tell time without someone's watch nearby.
as she read, she didn't worry about their situation. because in just a couple hours, she would be on her way back to the tall brunette that was lottie matthews. back to safety. in addition to that, taissa was taking the first watch of the night. at least that's what she overheard. but when she woke up, taissa was nowhere to be seen and the fire was out. despite this, y/n lit the fire back up and sat in her current spot. she found it strange but she reminded herself to not overthink about such a thing. knowing her, taissa was probably patrolling the area or something to make sure they were safe and that thought brought a great amount of comfort to her.
after a while, y/n yawned at last, taking it as a sign that her plan was finally working. she folded the corner of the current page before quietly closing her book. since the last thing she wanted was to accidentally wake someone up.
but that was before she heard a rustling sound coming from the bushes nearby. she straightened up and looked in the direction of the sound. "taissa? that you?" she whispered out but only for her words to fall upon deaf ears. with one final glance at the others around her, she stepped away from the fire and the group so no one would hear her, "tai—come on, this isn't funny."
there were more sounds, but this time against the grass: almost like footsteps. odd. this was odd and she knew it. especially when taissa didn't respond, which brought a bad feeling within her chest. the rustling didn't sound like it came from a person.
y/n kept her mouth shut and stayed put. she felt like a sitting duck. what is there to do when something, or someone, is stalking you? even back home, the police don't usually do anything with stalkers until they physically attack you. so, the first idea that came to y/n's mind was to give whatever was watching her a reason to not attack her. just like bees, if they don't feel threatened—they won't sting. the girl took a deep breath as she glanced at her sleeping teammates.
