Who: Cal & open to Group 3 of Bobby’s Boot Camp Where: The workshop/dorm & out in the yard When: After dark, probably headed closer to dawn, day 1 to 2 What: Cal’s canon past is catching up with him Warnings: Cal swears some, shouldn’t be anything worse
Cal didn’t jolt awake, but it was a near thing, he’d been there, Tumulus, he could feel the crunch of sand like broken safety glass digging against his back, feel the acrid wind stinging his eyes, and he could hear the crackle of the Auphe arguing, the language as shattered and sharp as a broken mirror and just as dangerous. The dreams had been coming and going the past few weeks, and he’d been hoping that a change of scenery would help, apparently he was wrong.
Suddenly the close quarters were too close, he could feel the heat from the rest of the bodies, even though there weren’t many, and he could smell each and every one of them. He slid his knife out from under his pillow, dropping it into the makeshift holster at his hip before stepping into his shoes and padding through the auto workshop turned barracks, easing out into the open air as quietly as he could, wincing at the scrape of the door sliding open, and hoping that he hadn’t woken anyone else.