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Foolish move, girl.
I popped back up just as Trevor went to jab me in the gut.
Oof, that’ll bruise.
But I pushed the pain back and moved.
Grabbing his fist with my left, I uppercut him with my right, and he stumbled back.
“I can do this for hours,” I told them, hoping they’d quit wasting energy. “But can we please just get through this together? I won’t lord over anyone or anything. I just want to help and get out of here with all of us in one piece.”
Trevor helped Pamela up, both glowering at me. They could hate me all they wanted. They’d eventually see it’d be me or my family and friends who’d get us out of this mess. I could already tell they wouldn’t be the type of people to say thank you either. Hell, they were also the type to be mean to waitstaff. I hated when people did that.
“Fine,” Trevor clipped, and Pamela just nodded.
God, I hoped I didn’t just screw up by taking charge, but I really did honestly believe that I could get us out of this somehow. I’d fight as hard as my family would be back home.
CHAPTER FOUR
“I miss salt and vinegar chips,” Jenny said.
“Burger Rings,” another shouted.
There was a moan close by. “Choc-chip cookies.”
“Barbeque Shapes,” a new voice added.
I groaned, my mouth watering. What I wouldn’t give for any of those right now. “Yes. They’re the best, but I love chicken ones too.”
Cal, who was on my other side, gently slapped his hand against my leg. “The cheese one.” We all groaned.
“I miss showers,” Iola said. She was tucked between Jenny and me to keep her warm. We were supposed to be sleeping. It was our turn, but my stomach was eating itself, and we couldn’t stop daydreaming about the things we wished we had.
I hummed. “A nice warm shower with soap and shampoo and conditioner.”
“And clothes that don’t stink of sweat and other things,” Cal added.
Laughing, I nodded. “At least we’re used to the smells now.”
We’d been on the ship for twenty days and were all going a little stir-crazy.
“I’d give my soul to have a nice, juicy, fat steak,” someone else said.
I licked my dry lips. “Oh God, or a hamburger with cheese and tomatoes and lettuce.”
“And onions,” someone called.
“Don’t forget the sauce,” Cal said.
There were a few laughs around the container.
“You lot need to sleep. If you’re not going to, we will,” Pamela called from up near the door where she and others were on guard duty. All of us couldn’t sleep at the same time, so it was their turn to listen near the entrance in case something happened and then they could wake the rest of us.
Sighing, I sat up. “I’m not ready to sleep anyway.”
“Rommy, you need to,” Jenny said.
Standing, I moved out of the way. “I’ll be okay. Cal, you move over to Iola.” She was still shivering a bit so she needed all the body heat she could get. “Does anyone on watch want to nap?”
