Flossie Wright rubbed her forehead and squinted slightly, then propped her hands on the sand and sat up.
At this moment, the military jacket draped over her at some point slid off.
Flossie glanced around, finally resting her gaze on a campfire not far ahead.
About ten meters away, sitting by the campfire were twice as many people as in her memory.
Aside from Sandy Cruz, Belinda Nichols, Rowdy Brightwill, and Joshua Bailey, there were a few other familiar faces.
There was Devina Millet, Iris Dukes, Jessie Grain, and another named Chloe Bell.
In total, there were eight people.
Just enough for one table.
This thought flashed through her mind, causing Flossie to lift her eyes slightly, a subconscious smile on her lips.
"Awake?"
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the rock beside her.
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie instinctively looked up and glanced at the rock beside her.
