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━ NEUROSIS ━ CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE.
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IT HAD BEEN ALMOST three weeks since Laura Lee's fatal journey. Nineteen days, since the girl had left them all for good. Nineteen tragic days, of mourning the loss of one of their own. Nineteen panic-inducing days, of the conclusion setting in that death was a very real and possible outcome for either one of them.
In the time that had passed, the group's morale decreased significantly. But then again, how could it not?
All of them were forced to witness their friend's undeserving death, as well as the hope for the salvation she planned to bring them being stripped away just as fast as it was created.
Not to mention the fact that their vital source of food had grown extremely scarce as of late. For neither Natalie, nor Travis, had any luck when it came to hunting whatsoever. Which meant that—much to everyone's dislike— their meals now consisted of as many mealworms they could scavenge from the dirt.
It seemed that their luck at getting by so far had come to an end. And now, every single one of them had to swallow the chest tightening pill, which was the realisation that it might never get better.
They weren't untouchable. They weren't safe. They weren't as resourceful as they believed. And the wilderness was becoming more and more unforgiving by the day.
Laura Lee was proof of that.
Inside the cabin, everyone was spaced out around the main room, having gathered for yet another depressing meal. If you could even call it a meal.
Violet, who had perched herself in the bay window next to Lottie, held out her bowl, wearing nothing but a dull expression. She watched as Shauna approached her, her face contorting with pure disgust as the Shipman girl tipped Violet's portion of fried worms into her bowl.
