── # 𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 , 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵 ↳ ' here we go again '
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❝ It's either they make it back or they don't. ❞
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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ;( BLACK FRIDAY tom odell )
The midday sun beat down on the Glade, suffocating everything in its intense heat. It seemed to be much hotter than normal, and sticky too. Madylin and Jeff lay sprawled out on cots in the Medhut, the monotony of the day lulling them into a drowsy state. Clint paced back and forth, his eyes darting towards the door in hopes someone would come in so they finally had something to do.
"It's too hot," Jeff grumbled as he peeled off his shirt to expose his sticky skin.
"If only there was a breeze," Madylin sighed, reaching up to push back the strands of hair that clung to her damp forehead.
Clint huffed in frustration, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "This is torture."
"Three friends, trapped in a glorified oven," Jeff quipped with a half-hearted laugh.
The other two barely opened their eyes to protest before Clint interrupted their nap. "Come on, guys... We should be doing something, anything."
"But there's nothing to do," the girl whined a protest.
The keeper crossed his arms, his brows knitting together. "That's the problem, though. I don't want to feel like a slug while the rest of the Glade works," He kicked at the dirt beneath his feet, sending small particles of it into the air before it settled back down.
Madylin gave him an exhausted glare. "Then do something instead of just watching us sleep."
"Yeah, you could join us," Jeff chimed in, "But be more quiet... No more yapping."
Clint stared at the two who were getting cozier by the second. Knowing it was most likely not going to get busy, he decided to let them leave and he held down the Medhut. "If you're gonna nap, at least do it in your own cots," he joked, beginning to shoo them away. "No need to stink up these ones."
"Fine by me—" Jeff hopped off his cot and headed towards the door, followed by Madylin who nodded in agreement, both eager to leave.
As they stepped into the blinding light of the Glade, the redhead felt a moment of unease wash over her. Clouds began to form, darkening the sky, while the distant sound of rustling leaves hinted at the change in weather.
