Chapter 47

The following morning, the yell of men packing loads and decking trucks with tent tools had her standing up from the bed, pushing the net away, and coming out of it.

She was limping. She just noticed that her clothes were still bloody, her eyes were sore, and her hair was scattered from the night before. She was quite a sight, and the men couldn't help but take a second glance at her.

Ignoring them, she walked around the campsite, her eyes falling on the ashes of the bonfire from last night. 

Most of the tents were brought down, and only a few remained. She hurriedly ran to avoid two men coming towards her with a metal pole in hand.

Maya gripped the sides of the skirt, watching the struggle and bustle. She couldn't wait to be in the truck, telling all of this bye.

She looked to her side, seeing the little boy she had seen last night with a little past middle-aged man overseeing the packing.

The boy held his hand, playing around him, not even intimid