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Chapter 18
Monica woke up to the chirping of birds and the blazing sun beaming down on her. It was a rash decision to escape Crescent. One she gravely regretted as days went by. She was roaming around in circles, she lost the compass and kept on changing bearings or was she? She was out of water and food for she had been wandering for about six days now. The fire she burned the previous night was completely out leaving cinders. Her throat was dry, and her stomach churned and grumbled. She began to lose all hope of getting to the midnight pack. She looked at the map in her hand, seeing she was closer to the Pack than she had imagined. She heaved a relieved sigh. Her eyes dropped on her backpack. Thankfully it was much lighter now since most of its content was used. She stood up, dusted herself
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