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ordered us to do the
same. I slid my clothes back on, covering my skin in a grainy layer
of wet sand and fastened my quiver and bow onto my back.
    “ Here,”
Trim said, tossing a fishing spear to me.
    To my
surprise, I actually caught it.
    “ Time to
fish,” she said.
    The others
were handed their spears, and together, we moved along the
shoreline toward what appeared to be a small bay bordered by heavy
rocks and darkened sand.
    Trim was the
first to step up onto one of the rocks and stab her spear into the
water. She pulled back, revealing a large blue-tailed fish that
flapped from side to side.
    “ And
that’s how it’s done.” She smirked, pulled the fish off the
sharpened point of her spear, and tossed it into the sand beside my
feet.
    “ Show
off,” Rocket muttered.
    We circled the
bay, stepping up onto the stones, and I couldn’t help but gaze into
the water, admiring the multitude of shapes and colors moving
swiftly below us. Spears started piercing the water, and the fish
moved about frantically. I just stood there with my spear gripped
in both hands.
    “ Come
on, Brone, help us out,” Biggie said, wiping sweat from the tops of
her eyebrows.
    “ Ain’t
rocket science,” Flander said.
    “ I don’t
see you catching anything, Flander.” Fisher laughed then swung down
hard and tore a silver, yellow-backed fish from the water. “My
favorite.”
    I pointed the
sharp end of my spear toward the water. I’d been about to jab
downward when I heard it—a high-pitched whistling that skimmed the
lobe of my ear. I quickly glanced back to find a broken arrow lying
at the base of a massive boulder.
    “ Retreat!” Trim shouted.
    Another arrow
came flying out from distant trees, followed by another and
another. Trim ran in the opposite direction toward the jungle,
lunging over fallen tree trunks and fish carcasses. I kept up,
fueled by adrenaline and survival instincts.
    Everything was
happening so fast, I didn’t know what was going on.
    We ran into
the thick of the jungle, plowing our way through heavy verdure.
    Trim led us
south, away from the shoreline and away from our attackers.
    “ Trim!”
Fisher hissed.
    Trim turned
around.
    “ I think
we lost them.” Fisher bent over, hands on her knees, fighting to
catch her breath.
    There was a
moment of silence, before Trim’s eyes met all of ours. “Stay on
guard.” Her eyes quickly shot down at my neck. “They got you.”
    Confused, I
reached up, and with the tips of my fingers, grazed over the skin
of my neck, only to feel the lumpiness of the cut I’d been given
the night before—the one I’d forgotten to clean.
    “ Oh,” I
said. “Barely.”
    I wasn’t
prepared to tell any of them the truth. I couldn’t trust
anyone.
    “ Anyone
else?” Trim asked.
    “ We’re
okay,” Fisher said. Everyone nodded in unison.
    “ Who was
that?” I asked.
    “ Fucking
Northers,” Rocket growled. She pressed the skin of her thumb into
the point of her spear, and I could tell all she wanted to do was
kill someone.
    “ How do
you know?” I asked.
    “ The
arrows. That’s their specialty. And, well, they came from the
North,” Rocket said.
    “ Did
anyone see anything?” Trim asked.
    Everyone shook
their heads.
    “ Didn’t
’ave time,” Flander said, scratching the top of her gray-haired
head.
    “ Guys…”
    “ The
fuck are they doing on the Western shoreline?” Fisher
asked.
    “ Guys…”
    Trim sighed
and shook her head. “I don’t fucking know. This is the second
attack in broad daylight.”
    “ Yeah,
and they’re trying to start a full-blown war. They won’t stop until
they kill us all.” Fisher clenched both fists and turned in circles
like a shark in water.
    “ Can’t
we go after them?” I asked even though violence was the last thing
I wanted. “I mean… hit them before they hit us again.”
    “ Guys…”
    “ Murk
won’t allow it,” Trim said. “She doesn’t want war, and she can’t
risk losing us or any of her