Meanwhile, Flossie Wright, who had been closely observing Becca Reyes' situation from start to finish, took in everything happening below. She slightly tilted her head, the trunk of the leaf-covered tree made an uncomfortable pillow for her head. Quietly, she looked up at the night sky enveloped by the dense crisscrossing of foliage. She could still make out the vague shapes of the heavens. Countless twinkling stars adorned the sky, and when paired with the brilliantly luminous moon, everything seemed incredibly tranquil.
She closed her eyes, and unknowingly, drifted off into restful sleep.
*
At last, Becca Reyes never took her turn keeping watch through the night.
Because it wasn't time to change shifts yet, the gunshot rattled everyone awake.
"Boom--"
