Chapter Type: Versus Environment
It isn't easy to hide in a camp when you're the only person with scales. It's hard to lose people tracking you when you're leaving a blood trail.
Oh, you'll be tempted to do something stupid, like hide in the garbage, or in a sump pit, or under the latrine. Or at least I was.
They found five soldiers while looking for me; sleeping under or in cart, in storage rooms with supplies over them. Hidden dugouts where they retired to sleep during working hours. They were pretty creative, just not creative enough.
Honestly, if they'd done a coordinated sweep of the camp, or used the dogs… but they didn't. I was twice able to avoid my hunters and get behind them. By morning, they were convinced I was no longer in camp.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
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