Chapter 19Mature

We were now twelve strong
Comrade showed us our sanctuary
But I kept her close
For their eyes had not left her frame

The scenery wasn't beautiful
It didn't draw any gazes
nor would anyone have ever dreamed
of calling it anything but garbage
Yet here I found more comfort
than I had since The Beginning

We were out of sight
Out of mind
Away from The Lost Ones
Little did we know
We'd found an even greater danger

The End

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