Circe ducks behind a drum and feels her heart racing. She has no idea how long they’ve been playing, but she’s having so much fun she would hate to see it end.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
“No, you come out!” She laughs, breathing hard. She’s only been able to make it halfway across the field, and it sounds as if he is pretty close to her flag, but they aren’t playing for flags. They play until one of them is shot and proclaimed dead in the game!
She decides to retrace her steps, thinking he wouldn’t expect her to come around the side she was just hiding a couple of minutes ago.
There is old paint all over the walls, mixed with some of the new ones they shot off. She hears him moving closer and lies flat down on the ground to see if she can find out where he is coming from,
