Someone always knew how to craft an unexpectedly delicious meal from the materials at hand.
After dinner.
Flossie Wright and Sandy Cruz went out and gathered some dry grass to spread onto each of their three "beds."
Though there were three of them, there was little conversation.
And outside the cave entrance, they used the remaining pine wood to block two-thirds of it, leaving just a small vent for air.
This maximized their safety.
So, that night, no one kept watch.
All three soon fell asleep.
Mariana Buck lay on her grass-covered "bed" with a slight frown, her gaze unconsciously stealing glances in the direction of Flossie Wright and Sandy Cruz.
In the jungle, it was already their third night.
But she had never felt so at ease before.
Nor had the Sanctuary ever been this comfortable.
It was unclear if they were too good at enjoying life, or if she was just not good at it.
...
The next day, six o'clock.
After Sandy Cruz, Flossie Wright also woke up.
