As the morning broke the horizon, the whole camp flooded with red light. A bell sounded throughout the crisp air, and Zavital could hear it clearly within her warm bed. She groaned and turned to her side, slowly opening her honey eyes. "I hate this place." She muttered.
She reluctantly lifted her worn blankets and rotated her legs to the side of the bed. Slowly standing up, she stretched her limbs and sighed, feeling the soreness of yesterday's fights deep in her bones. She pulled on her uniform and shoes and opened her cabin door to be blinded by the morning sun.
At the breakfast line, Zavital got her usual bland-tasting meal. As she looked for a good place to sit, she noticed a now familiar face among the unhappy campers.
"How's your cut?" Yasu asked as she sat across from him.
"Ugh, thanks for reminding me." She made a face as she realized just speaking was making it ache.
"Oh no I'm sorry! I didn't mean to d-"
"It's alright! I was being sarcastic!... Mostly. Don't take everything I