"Whatever… I'm too tired to care right now. Let's just go to sleep…" Azalea said as she laid down on the ground.
"Right on… Sharyl, keep a lookout. Wake me up if anything too strong comes our way."
Mikhail then followed Azalea's lead, laying down on his side a little ways away from Azalea.
The exhaustion hit the young man like a truck an instant later.
He was out cold the moment he got comfortable on the cold hard ground of the cave.
And as he slept, the young man dreamed of his precious past…
Eventually, Mikhail stirred from his deep slumber. And an intense smell of mud, blood, and sweat invaded his nostrils.
As his eyes opened, teary from the horrible mix of smells, the reason for that smell became apparent.
Intensely knotty hair, caked in all sorts of grime. Tan skin covered in dirt and dried blood.
Azalea and him had gotten closer in their sleep.
Very close.
