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“niylah.” her voice is hoarse, throat dry from the long walk, eyes still heavy with sleep. clarke felt like she had slept on a bed of rocks instead of sand, and she’d bet more than anything the other woman felt the same. a sigh leaves her lips when there’s no answer, and she moves to gently shake niylah’s shoulder. “hey, c’mon, wake up. we need to get moving if we’re going to find anything resembling food today.” they had yet to find anything to eat, but... well, she was trying to be optimistic; a feat easier with company. she knew if she had been alone she wouldn’t have made it so far.













