"We should go, guys," Caleb calls to the others once they come into view. Probably knowing he was going to say that before he actually did, Kurtis and George are already packing up supplies.
"To the coast!" George yells, fist pumping the air in a silly burst of enthusiasm. I roll my eyes as I pick up Caleb's backpack.
"What are you doing?" He asks, but I wave him off with my hand.
"Grab Danae's bag. I haven't been carrying anything for a while." The truth is, I have gotten so tired of watching other people deal with their own stuff.
Kurtis and I were the only ones without bags, so we've had to mooch off everyone else without being much help to anyone.
Without looking at the others, I start moving quickly, trusting that the others will follow. And they do, their footsteps pounding behind mine.
It's probably going to be a long run, but I'm pretty sure we can reach the ocean by nightfall.
