"Why am I such an impulsive idiot?" I groaned, massaging my sore lower back. It hadn't stopped at once more. Was this usual for college boys?
I know my hormones certainly influenced my decision-making skills, they say men take longer to mature than women…
"Focus," System nagged, reminding me of the twelve men around me, gearing up to leave for possibly their last time.
Yes, I needed to focus. Each one of their lives was precious and fleeting. Even if this was a trip for the greater good of the group, it was one I'd called for, if any of them die… I did not want to finish that thought.
Not to mention the two teens I was leaving behind.
Leo had been in a mood all morning until I fished out one of the guns Noah had given me and some ammo. I recalled he had gone on a hunting trip between the Clark's and Branson's after Ivy and Will's engagement. Despite being young Mr. Clark had handed him a hunting rifle.
