The sudden cloud burst made it feel like their struggle was reaching its crescendo. Carly’s hair plastered to the side of her face. She pushed it back and tightened her ponytail to keep the majority of it out of the way. Rainfall made it that much harder to detect where other sounds were coming from. A tickle in her nose kept telling her to sniff. She didn’t risk the noise.
It was hard to make out what Logan was saying over the fierce pattering of rain. Reading her lips got the message across. She shifted nervously with the realization that it was time to move again. The branch she was on swayed up and down.
Strike how? Carly watched her cousin snap the branch, could only assume some kind of spear was being made. She’d been told to stay put and didn’t possess the gene that made her willing to go against orders that might ruin the whole plan - whatever that was.