Chapter Twelve

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      Hudson's P.O.V.

      Things were returning to normal, if there weren't a huge cabin MADE OF STEEL! So other than that things were good Chase and myself had gotten much better at the art of the horse, as Briar says, on that topic I FINALLY got her to forgive me for the whole name thing. That was a good thing. I have been saying things a lot haven't I. The others are noding right now. So anyway it was time for the dayly patrol around camp.

Sera's P.O.V.

      "You ready to go?"Chase  yells over to me from the next stall.

      "Yep", I say to him as we walk out of our stalls.

      We meet up with someother campers at the meet point near the training area. We split up into the groups that the camp leaders assigned to us when we firsrt started doing this patrol thing. I was with someother campers who I did not know.

     "Hey over here", one of them yells out to the rest of us. 

      "Who's this?" another says to us, pointing to the passed out girl.

     One of us finally reacts picking her up, she was surprisingly heavy, but anyway I carried her over to the imfirmary on Archer. Once I get there I see Ms. Avila tending to some other campers laying in hosptal beds. 

      "Who is this and what happened", she asks as I am entering the tent.

      "No idea to both", I say bluntly as someother campers look at me.

      I leave after dropping her off to go back to my group when suddenly I see something near the campfire  

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