Retreating to the Mess Hall on restless nights becomes habitual for the man to sit and distract himself to tiredness without disturbing his co-counselors. There were only so many youtube videos, app games, and tea that could remedy his ragged mind and soothe the fear festering in his body. Tonight, he needed some air.
Hiking was the last thing he wanted to do in the dark, but a short walk around camp wouldn’t be so bad. Anything to calm him down. He doesn’t even look to the trees on the chances that something’s there to remind him how real the dangers are around him and his camp. He knows very well, he can feel it even at a safe distance.
By the time his feet carried him to the activities field, his shoulders were raised up to his ears. How he thought walking out here this late would ease his mind, he hasn’t a clue.
His light caught the bright red of tomatoes in the camp garden, and he paused to consider them. Often the garden goes unnoticed by him, but tonight it gave him a fresh distraction. So he takes it.
David approaches the open garden and sets his lantern down to free his hands. As he’s getting a good look at the setup, he tilts his head at some plants that he didn’t realize they’d added. Tomatoes were his idea, as he grew them at home, but some of these looked like they were planted without him noticing.
His hands itched to pull at weeds, however. Thinking it wasn’t a bad idea to busy his hands, he starts pulling, careful to avoid the basil but he might’ve misjudged a few “weeds” in the dark.