We have been here for three days. I'm exhuasted. I haven't been able to get more than a couple hours of sleep since being here. Rex is constantly waiting, hovering at the surface.
I think the sinister feel in the air is getting to him. Although, he shouldn't be acting this way over it. It's like he's waiting to spot something, or someone.
Rex you need to chill. I can't do my job if I can't sleep. I complained.
It's morning now, well, 5 in the morning. I rolled my eyes as I got up to shower. This is getting ridiculous.
Can't. Rex said. We are going to save them.
I rolled my eyes.
He keeps saying that. Rex won't elaborate more on what he means either. It's annoying.
How can I 'save them' if I can't even get some sleep?
After my shower, I dressed in a pair of dark jeans, and a blac
