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Landon couldn’t see the point in having practice when Coach was still in the hospital but he showed up anyway. Apparently, the someone who had told him they did had been lying. He sat around waiting for people to show up for twenty minutes before just deciding to do the run anyway. Jogging along the path, he stopped, thinking he might have heard someone up ahead. “Hello? Who’s there?”
She hadn't really expected any differently. If it wasn't one apocalypse in Beacon Hills it was another. If she cared more about the outcome she might say that her energy would have been better spent warning Hale to continue keeping away from the land of unending disasters.
As it was Braeden merely ran her fingers idly over the gouge in the tree that must have served the purpose of securing some projectile. Arrows, most likely. Or darts- just as effective. They were right; Beacon Hills was a mess.Â
A mess of kids with death wishes, apparently. She quirked an eyebrow at the newcomer, considering his question before she offered mildly, "I'm pretty sure they roped off most of the preserves around here. Unless you enjoy the thrill of danger."
