Bailee’s POV
‘H . . hello?’ I call out, inching closer to the lifeless form, ‘are you awake?’
The man doesn’t react at all, and as I lift his eyelid again, I’m met with the same vacant stare of before.
I don’t know how he shifted back, but I’m not going to argue about it, grabbing his hands, I turn him slowly before dragging him up the tunnel and back out into the open.
Reaching outside, I’m gasping for breath, but I push aside my exhaustion, crouching down and pressing my shoulder into his stomach before hoisting him over my shoulder and standing up.
I stagger under his weight, the guy must weight four hundred pounds! What the heck does he eat? Boulders?
Staggering slightly, I begin to walk, heading back toward my pack lands, my teeth gritted against the pain already screaming in my
