Marked by Blood
The battle had earned her a bit of respect—just sufficient to keep her within the camp. But survival here wasn't almost about demonstrating her quality. It was around understanding the rules. Around knowing her put.
That got to be clear the another morning when Kane doled out her a modern assignment:
weapons stock.
Jessa, of course, was driving the gather.
Lila taken after the little unexpected as they moved toward a capacity tent close the edge of the camp. The morning discuss was fresh, but the fragrance of oiled metal and ancient black powder thickened the discuss as they ventured interior. Cases of weapons were stacked flawlessly, a few open to uncover blades, guns, and boxes of ammo. A few were rusted with age, their edges dulled by time and utilize, whereas others shined beneath the dim light, fastidiously kept up.
Jessa culled a clipboard from a adjacent case and pushed it into Lila's hands. “Count. Make beyond any doubt nothing's missing.”
Lila acknowledged it
