"Is he dead?"
Everyone turned to look at Corey, who was walking beside them as they made their way to the tents. Liana shook her head. "I don't know. We went back to the room, and he was gone."
"No blood trail?"
"None."
They arrived at Liana's light blue tent, and she ducked inside to wash off and change, and gather a couple items she wanted to take into the bunker- her knives, extra clothes, rations, water canteens. She packed everything in her leather bag, than met up with the others in Cassie's healing tent.
Taylor was on a cot, gagging, as the healer changed up his bandages. His face was clean of sweat and blood, but he still looked a sickly yellow. Maybe teleporting hadn't been for him either.
Jerik paced the tent, twiddling his thumbs, and looked up as Liana entered. "Do you have everything?"
She nodded, rubbing her eyes. More than anything, she wanted to collapse on the floor and fall asleep, but she knew she had to get to the bunker.
Night had fallen as they all filed down cold stone steps worn by the footprints of ancient Bluebloods. They gathered beneath the stairs, waiting for their comrades to follow, or trying to find the best place to sleep. Once the last Outcast made it down the steps, Jerik closed both doors, his hands flying over the locks, hammering the last nails into their coffin.
A/N: Hi! I know it's a short chapter but I can't think of a good excuse so I'm just going to say this-
Question: I know I don't explain a lot about what the characters look like, partly because I like reading books where the author lets the reader decide how they picture the character. And, because everyone pictures things differently, here is my question- what do you think the characters look like?
~Natalia
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