Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

The outpost is a decrepit huddle of tents. They're brown and worn and they look out of place, surrounded by the lush green of the forest.

A chain link fence keeps the outpost locked in, and just beyond that, there are several wooden huts.

As I walk towards the fence, I keep my mind focused on my goal. I can't let myself get distracted. I need to be disciplined and focused. I need to stay in control.

I keep my bow and my quiver firmly in my hands, and I try to look as confident as I can.

I know the guards usually do a head count every few hours. But it's late at night and they're distracted by their dinner. I just have to hope they don't do it today.

I can hear them talking and laughing, and I can smell the food from their dinner. They're gathered around a fire and they're passing around a bottle.