"Damn," Mathew muttered as he sat back on the bed that the survivors crafted for him from all sorts of things they could find within the school. And as soon as his body sank into the three layers of gymnastic mattresses, he let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.
"I didn't expect it to go so smoothly," he muttered to himself.
All the organizational stuff was taken care of by Beatrice. The cleanup and management of the hunters ended up in Carol's hands while the survivors turned out to organize themselves nicely around the people Mathew put in charge of them before.
Then, as if already aware of the strangely fragile state of his mind, neither Leila nor Daria saw any problem with his request to spend the night with Nadia alone.
'Or maybe they enjoyed the idea of it being their turn tomorrow and the day after, respectively?' Mathew thought, trying to rationalize the situation.
