Chapter 13: King Of Bullshit
Brian stood at the entrance of the tent, his arms folded across his bandaged chest, watching the flickering campfires in the distance.
Students sat on the ground in small groups, chatting, laughing, and eating their rations. Their carefree energy gnawed at him.
It was surreal — more than two weeks stranded on an uncharted island, yet they were managing to carve out a semblance of normalcy.
He had been gone for days, lost in the forest, watching his fellow classmates fall one by one to the unseen dangers lurking in the trees.
And now, seeing them like this, so... content — it filled him with a strange mix of emotions.
He envied them.
They hadn't seen what he had seen.
The momentary peace they had built here at the shore was an illusion.
And illusions didn't last.
A soft voice startled him.
"You shouldn't be standing yet."