The beach randomly comes to my head now. I think of the waves, but then I come back to reality. I can hardly see anything, but I notice a silhouette collapse by me only a foot or two away. It’s August. The smoke has got to him too. Our hands touch, but I can barely notice. I try to get up to help my friend, but I can’t move. Weakness is down to my bones. I can hardly keep my eyes open. The last thing I see are the Hunters picking up August. August still has some strength left in him, so he helps to lift himself up, but I have lost everything about myself. I’ve lost feeling in my legs and arms. I can’t think straight anymore. Every bit of strength has left my body. I don’t even know why the Hunters didn’t kill us when they had the chance. Is there something special about August and me we don’t know about? I lose focus on that thought and close my eyes, inhaling more of the dense firewood smell. Inhaling more of the sleeping powder.
End of Book 1.
Special thanks to family, My chihuahua Chloe, and my cousin who was with me every step of the way with this book.
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