Kendra’s body felt locked in position by the time the storm passed and she was able to crawl out from the pseudo protection of the thicket. She was miserable. Her clothes were wet and clinging to her flesh, her muscles were tight and sore, her head felt like someone was beating the inside of her skull with a sledge hammer, and her stomach was bellowing as loud as it could in its demand for food. To add to it all, the baby was protesting her decision to leave the comfort and security of Center Land Village by kicking at her ribs and doing flips like a circus performer. The only positive factor was that it was a warm and balmy morning so that, although uncomfortable in wet clothes, she was at least not freezing and at risk of getting sick. She did, however, take a moment to remove her tee shirt and hoodie to ring them out as best as she could.After putting the damp tee shirt back on and tying the hoodie around her waist by its sleeves, she p
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