#Chapter 173: Target Practice

I jolted awake, sitting straight up in bed with a gasp. Someone was pounding on the door, and it took me a moment to remember where I was. The cabin swam into view as I gasped down air. My heart rate slowly returned to normal as I took in the teak furniture and the sunlight slanting across the floor. “Celeste,” Jack called. “Are you awake?” “One second!” “Meet me in the main building,” he shouted. “Alright,” I yelled back. I forced myself out of bed. I had no idea what time it was, but I could’ve slept for a few more hours. A note on the bedside table stole my attention, and I snatched it up. I recognized Matt’s elegant handwriting. Went into town to get supplies. Will be back in the afternoon. Help yourself to anything here. - Matt Short and to the point. I smiled and put the note back on the table. The dresser was half-full of clothes. Stuff that seemed old, but still in decent shape. I pulled on a clean pair of track pants, rolling them up a few times so the pant legs didn’t