#Chapter 60 Not the Ideal Camping Experience

The rough fabric of the sack scratched against my face as it was yanked away, leaving me adjusting to the limited moonlight. We were definitely outside—and above ground, thank god—but surrounded by trees. My first thought was that they’d taken me to the park, but there were no streetlights and too much leaf litter. No, this place was too wild, completely unmaintained. My heart plummeted as I took in the unfamiliar surroundings. We were outside the walls. My breath came quickly as panic warred with the instinct to hold it in until I was somewhere safe. I clung to that instinct as my vision began to narrow at the edges, refusing to fall completely under and be more vulnerable than I already was. It was the only thing that kept me from spiraling into a full panic attack. I’d never been outside the walls before. As I looked around at the scattered gathering of makeshift tents and shoddy shelters, I realized just what I was up against. “You’re Rogues,” I gasped, horrified.