Ryle, like the others, had tried her best in fitting in and following the routine that was the camp. She found it to be no use in complaining, but she still wondered why she and her friends had to be chosen. She wondered if her family missed her or if they had forgotten her. Either way, she missed home.
One day, when this Mark fellow had explained his plans, Ryle was more than eager to try to escape. She wasn’t too spooked at his threats as he was most likely trying to seem all big and bad, but she wouldn’t be a tattle-tell. As much as she wanted to leave, there were the others she couldn’t help but worry about. Od course she wouldn’t let them die, how could she live with herself if they did?
“We won’t die. I’ll make sure of it,” she comforted as best she could, but she still wasn’t great with words.
On the day when the plans loomed over, she could feel how tense it was. “The calm before the storm,” she thought dramatically, remember she heard that once somewhere. Her anxiety over the ordeal made it hard to eat, but she wanted to make sure the younger two ate. She wondered how hard it was to make one of those monsters as Mark was trying to do.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Ryle admitted.