Luck had a way of following Moon around, at least that is what she had come to believe. Somehow things always tilted in her favor even in the trickiest situations. It was almost as if the universe wanted her to succeed in her revenge against Leah.
Not only had her mother fit into the cooking team perfectly but she was now one of the real head chefs, leading her own team. Some people had started cozying up to Moon for this reason. They hoped to benefit from her, especially in this cold winter.
As for her plan, the one she had been stitching together for a while, it was finally ready to bloom. It would have taken longer perhaps, if the camp was not already teetering on the edge of tension and chaos that they had no time to pay attention to what she was doing.
The apocalypse was not merciful on Camp Zenith, and the effects of the harsh winter were brutal.
