i'll handle it

Zayn Dawson

I woke up and the first thing I noticed was how I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. Instinctively I looked down to confirm they were still there intact. Both of them. Who knows, we might be dealing with sophisticated cannibals after all. My legs were there. They were just too worn out to be of any use at the moment.

I let myself lay quiet for a while. The events of the last few hours washed over me quickly. My head throbbed slightly. My eyes opened. I was in my hut alone. Cara was most likely in hers. We had our day planned. From now on we were going to stick together till we got to the bottom of this whole thing. I felt surprisingly safe and confident being in this situation with her. Any other woman might come off as being a liability but not Cara. I eyed the places I knew the hidden cameras were carefully watching me. The phrase Big Brother Is Watching kept creeping into my head.

The camp was bustling with sounds. Activities that said in no certain way that the inhabitants