Chapter 92: Trapped
After polishing our strategy, Claude arranged the items he brought out from the suitcase over a small camping table. All of us stared at him with disbelief. He prepared everything! From a portable butane stove to foldable camping chairs.
"Don’t just gawk at me and boil water."
I blinked, and then exchanged glances with Allen and Lexie. Both of them were shocked as well.
"Where did you even get all these, Captain? Are these items provided by the NSA?" Lexie inquired while twisting the cap of a water bottle, and then gave it to Allen, who was placing a casserole over the stove.
Allen took it and poured the water in.
"No. I bought them with my own money."
That explains where those boxes in my old room came from. I grabbed a water bottle and drank it full. I’ve been wanting to drink since earlier, to remove any remaining dust particles I swallowed.
We cooked cup noodles. Terrius arrived just in time and built a bonfire since the sun had already abandoned us. Then, we circled on it, slurping on the noodles while still being alert.
Just as we finished putting everything back inside the suitcase, the ground trembled. The five of us were alarmed.
"Take your positions," Claude ordered and instantly disappeared.
The other four followed, while I stood behind the bonfire. I watched the dark entrance of the cave above the dancing flames of the fire before me without blinking. I sensed a movement, then the sounds of the earth crunching, like rocks rubbing each other.