[Kat finally makes the call to break for camp, finding a healthy patch of flat ground and wanting to keep in mind these weren't the tireless Spartans she was used to dealing with.]
[Given the effects of the Dead Zone, she wasn't the tireless Spartan she was used to dealing with. The distance hadn't been enough to tire her, but she certainly felt effected by it moreso than what she was used to.]
[She hid her frustrations by what she was familiar with; working with people again, towards the same goal, definitely helped take the edge off from the fact that she wasn't as strong, wasn't as keen, and had one arm she could do anything with, such as pressing her fingers against her lips and giving a shrill whistle to catch everyone's attention.]
I need volunteers for fire detail, food detail, and necessary detail ... and I know you know what that means.
Trackers, see me, now.
The rest of you; set your beds, help each other out.
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PLOT SCHEDULE IS HERE One moment while I set up dem sections ... OK GO!]]