This morning
The group was just getting set up for lunch when the SAT phone in Logan’s pack went off, a weird, shrill noise somewhat reminiscent of a fire drill during high school.
Logan dropped the campstool he was unfolding and grumbled, digging through his backpack. Rake and Taylor looked up from where they were unpacking several bags of dried fruit snacks, jerky, and the various flavor tubes that they used to supplement the canteen water. They’d filled the canteens at the stream earlier that morning, and they should be adequately filtered by lunch. Letty and Shelley had trekked some distance away, looking for a place to pee. Brandon spent a brief moment of silence every time the women wandered off for that purpose, being grateful that he could piss standing up.
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