AZALEA'S POV
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I wish mom were here, but Dustin will do the job I guess. He is an assassin after all--which makes him capable of protecting my daughter in case of anything. "Ready?" Corbin asks as I zip my backpack shut. I nod, throwing it onto my back. I have everything.
Disinfectant. Preserved food. Water. Extra clothes. Bandages to wrap whatever gets sprained until it's healed, and a compass. No phone. No charger. No internet, no power. We're hiking through the woods.
"You have the sleeping bags?" I'm not sure how far in we're going to go, or how long it will take, but I certainly don't want to just lay on the cold floor. "Yes, you got the matches?" Matches. s**t. "That's what I forgot." I grab some from the kitchen, and toss it into my bag.
"Mommy, when will you come back?" Lyra
