My eyes fly open, darting around the room. The fire that had been burning was now reduced to cinders, the meat had been devoured and everyone else were curled up on sleeping bags around it. I felt energized, and marveled at how the interaction really felt like sleeping.

I studied the sleeping forms of the others. No one had taken me out while I slept, which was surprising. They had the upper hand on me in numbers, and my tactile brain was confused by the fact they hadn't used this to their advantage. I shrug, and begin to roll my sleeping bag quietly.

A notification popped up in my vision. Zeke had sent me a message. I opened it.

I'm headed for you. Meet halfway?

I glanced around the room, no one was stirring. I typed a message back.

Okay. Me...

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