Chapter 22: We’re Fucked
Lucas strolled back from Mia's tent, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he whistled a little tune.
He had barely made it ten steps before a group of girls came walking toward him, their eyes locking onto him like a pack of wolves spotting an intruder.
They weren't exactly hostile, but the way they glanced at each other before turning back to him made it clear they were suspicious.
After all, the boy and girl tents were on opposite sides of the camp for a reason, and here he was, stepping out from their territory in the dead of night.
One of them, a short girl with her hair tied back in a ponytail, stepped forward with her arms crossed.
"Lucas, what are you doing over here?"
Lucas, ever the smooth talker, simply chuckled. "Mia wasn't feeling too well, so I walked her back," he said, his voice carrying the perfect mix of concern and nonchalance. "Gotta take care of our own, right?"
The girls exchanged glances, their suspicion melting slightly, though not completely.
"She okay?" one of them asked, tilting her head.
Lucas nodded, keeping up the act. "Yeah, just tired. All this survival stuff is wearing people down."
He sighed dramatically. "I swear, by the time we get out of here, we'll all have wrinkles."