Plans on Survival

Hayne walked away without a backward glance, leaving Riena behind without waiting to hear whatever she had to say.

Her body tensed, fists clenched as hot blood surged through her veins. She huffed, her chest rising and falling rapidly in frustration and rage. After a moment, she turned sharply and stormed off in the opposite direction.

Meanwhile, Hayne returned to the room where the others were gathered. The bulky senior stood as soon as Hayne entered—he had been waiting.

"We've been discussing," the senior began, "how we should act now rather than waste time sleeping. If we wait until morning, when the streets are bright and crowded, there's no way we'll go unnoticed. The police—or someone else—is bound to see us, and that'll only make things worse."