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I peeled his hand away from my face and turned my head. There was a strange rumble coming from over the hill and somehow, I guessed it wasn't a good kind of rumble.
"Oh n..." Danny groaned, running her hands through her red hair in worry.
"Not this again," Regan growled, dropping his backpack and cracking his neck.
I looked around. "What?" I asked, unclear to what was going on. Why did they always know what was going on? Why were they also so coordinated and in sync? It made me feel like the odd man out. Literally.
"Damn it, they couldn't have chosen a worse time," Ashleigh cursed, facepalming herself.
"Who are they?" I tried again, angry I was always one step behind. Or you know, at least a couple of steps. I really needed to keep up. I couldn't stay the ignorant, weakest link.
