Not the right number

The sunlight streamed through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as Zaya and I ventured deeper into the woods. We moved cautiously, alert for any signs of other students or potential threats.

The morning's peaceful ambiance was a stark contrast to the tension that lingered from last night's encounter with the mysterious creature.

As we walked, Zaya kept glancing at me, a curious smile playing on her lips. "You handled yourself well last night," she said. "You didn't panic."

I shrugged, trying to downplay my nervousness. "Well, it helped that you were there to keep me calm."

She chuckled. "It was a team effort."

We continued through the forest, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling creating a serene backdrop. But the tranquility was abruptly shattered when two figures burst out from behind a cluster of trees, charging straight at us. I barely had time to register the ambush before I was forced to react.