The Triceratops herd starts to bellow panickedly. The campers whimper, struggling to stay on as their rides buck and run. The Ceratosaurus roars and chases after the herd. The Triceratops gather the little ones into a group and the adults form a protective circle around the babies.
"Should we join the baby Triceratops'?" Brooklynn asks, looking between Darius and the other three who were two dinosaurs down.
"What if they spook and run?" Yasmina asks.
"If they're forming a protective circle around the babies like bison, they're not gonna leave 'em," Sammy says.
"It might be better to sit tight and—Ah!" Darius yelps as he and Brooklynn are almost thrown off. Sarah had lunged for Theresa, and the Triceratops had headbutted the predator back, bellowing threateningly. The carnivore roars, and Darius and Brooklynn flinch. Theresa rears up and slams her head into Sarah. Her riders are almost thrown off. Darius is able to steady himself by straddling her spinal ridge, but Brooklynn starts to fly off. Darius reaches out and grabs the first part of her he can—which happens to be her bun. Other than gasping in pain and fear, Brooklynn doesn't say anything, too grateful for the save to be upset about the technique.
Sarah moves on to the next Triceratops and then the one after that. She reaches Tracey, and the campers flinch. The Triceratops bawls a threat to the Ceratosaurus. The predator focuses on the humans. "Get down!" Kenji shouts at his fellow riders. As the carnivore lunges for them, he pushes them off the Triceratops and onto the ground. The three shriek as the Triceratops starts to charge forward, and scramble to get up and out of the way.
Tracey strikes Sarah in the stomach with her horns. The Ceratosaurus stumbles back as Kenji and Sammy help Yasmina into the circle of baby Triceratops.
After several attempts to wound a Triceratops, Sarah gives up and walks away. The campers cheer in celebration. The Triceratops start to disperse into the woods. Darius and Brooklynn slide off of Theresa and join the other three. Kenji had forcefully—Yasmina had protested greatly—given Yasmina a piggyback ride. "What now?" Sammy asks.
"Night's falling," Darius says, looking at the sky. "We should set up a makeshift camp and settle down."
"Can I walk?" Yasmina asks, sticking out her lower lip. The entire group choruses no. "I'm fine!" she exclaims.
"Not until you can walk without limping," Darius says. "You have no say in that, Miss Reckless. This is a dictatorship, and you have no representation in this decision!"
The group takes a second, then starts laughing at Darius's statement. "I can't take a dictator seriously when he's adorable like you," Brooklynn chuckles.
"So you think I'm your age and then tell me I'm adorable?" Darius frowns, planting his hands on his hips. Brooklynn nods, trying to stop smiling. Darius sighs and shakes his head. "Why are you so full of contradictions, Brooklynn?" he wonders. He starts walking into the woods. "Well, you're adorable leader is departing, with or without you."
The group chuckles and follows him into the woods. "What's a guy gotta do to get respect around here?" Darius wonders irritatedly as they set up a makeshift camp for the night and give Yasmina the night watch.
Back at the entrance to the medical center, Ben was laying next to Bumpy. The Ankylosaurus snored and twitched in her sleep; content. Her human companion, on the other hand, was numb. He had cried himself hollow after seeing the horrific scene on the mainstreet. That morning, he had woken up happy and excited for what the day might bring. But after seeing the battlefield and the mother dying, he was depressed.
Seeing the death made him doubt whether he'd survive. It made him doubt his decisions and own instincts. "There's a reason Darius and the others made the decisions in the group," Ben thinks mournfully. "I've never trusted my own judgment. Even if I did, I can never decide on anything! I've been wimpy and cowardly my whole life. How am I supposed to make it out alive if grown adults with training couldn't do it?"
Ben begins to recall a particularly traumatic moment in school. His school bully, the aggressive butt of a jock, Jacob, had shoved him against a locker door. Him and his bullying friends had beat Ben up and tormented the boy. By the time they backed away, Ben was curled up on the floor, crying.
Jacob had laughed and kicked Ben in the stomach. "Suck it up, Benny," he sneered. "Real men don't cry. Real men aren't lovey dovey and don't care about mushy girly stuff. Real men are tough and brave. We're strong and can take a beating. We're not afraid all the time; we face danger without flinching. What are you, huh? What's wrong with you? Can't even stand up when you're knocked down! One little boo boo makes you go bawling to your mother! Grow up! Even the girls are tougher than you! They can run faster, throw farther, and take more! What are you, a freak?!"
"Jacob! Enough!" the principal had found the bullies and stood up for Ben. The bullies were given detention, but that didn't stop them from harassing Ben.
The camper sighs shakily. "Maybe he was right. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Clearly there is! I can't even get through the day without just enjoying it. I have to constantly worry that something bad will happen to me. Why am I so scared? What's wrong with me?! The only bad thing that has happened to me is bullies, why am I so afraid of the world?!"
Ben takes a small pebble and hurls it down the street in anger. He hurls another one, and another one, taking out his anger on the stones. "Why are you so scared, Ben?" he asks himself. "You're so afraid and so scared of making one wrong move, that you don't even like yourself! Why would other people like you when you don't even like yourself?!"
He throws the pebbles with greater intensity; fiery tears streaming down his face. "All you've wanted was to be loved and respected. How can anyone respect and love you when you don't respect or love yourself?! Why would anyone have confidence in you if you don't have confidence in yourself?!"
Ben throws the last pebble and watches it break upon impact on the ground. "Maybe Jacob was right," he murmurs bitterly. "What he said rings true."
Ben thinks about it. He was most certainly the weakest of the group. Brooklynn and Sammy? Arguably stronger and tougher than him. Yasmina? There was no comparison between the two of them. Darius? He was the youngest of the group who stepped up and led the campers, for crying out loud! Kenji? He was the guy Ben ran to when spooked by the slightest thing!
The injured boy thinks about Jacob's words. Even in his group, they rang true. Ben had never seen Kenji or Darius shed a single tear, even in a dangerous situation. When trouble arised, they toughed it out and showed bravery. Even if they didn't actually know what to do, they made a decision and confidently stuck with it. Not once had the two made fun of him, but did they see him as an equal? "Probably not," Ben thinks bitterly. "To them, I'm just another haphazard. Just another kid to look after. Everyone had to have felt that. I was the wimpy, whiny boy everyone had to watch over and keep safe. I was just a dead weight to them that they had to protect because they were too kind to ditch in the woods.
"And when the others were in danger, I hesitate to step up and save them!" Ben sputters in disgust with himself. "I was the one so scared that I couldn't fasten my own safety belt. Kenji had to risk falling off the tower to throw me down the line. And Yaz? After everything she did for me and the others? She was in danger of being eaten by Toro, and within reaching distance and I still hesitated!"
Ben shakes his head, disappointed in himself. "The only time I've been proud of myself is on this island. I'm proud of the way I stood up for Bumpy. I'm proud of the way I stepped up on the monorail. I'm proud of myself for staying alive this long with only a baby Ankylosaurus. I'm proud of myself for standing up to Toro."
He thinks for a moment, then says aloud: "I'm proud of myself for being brave. For being a man."
He chews on his lip in thought. "Why would people respect me if I don't respect myself? But how do I respect myself when I'm discouraged by the lack of respect from others?"
Ben ponders the idea. "Well, maybe Kenji and Jacob have the right idea. They certainly don't act like they're afraid or scared—even though I know Kenji isn't as confident as he acts. They act strong and brave. They act like they're confident in themselves… Maybe the more you fake confidence, the more people actually believe you. And then the more people have confidence in you, the more you can have in yourself.
"I have to pretend to have confidence in myself and convince others before I can actually be confident," Ben thinks. "If I want respect, I can't be cowering in a corner letting everyone else save me. I have to be a man and stick it out."
Bumpy stirs and blinks her large black eyes at him. "I think I finally figured out what my problem is, Bumpy," Ben says determinedly.
Most of the teens have a bit of trouble falling asleep, since there was a Ceratosaurus on the loose and they hadn't exactly tired themselves out during the day. Kenji, on the other hand, went out like a light and was snoring lightly in a few minutes. It was a mystery to the others how he could go out so fast.
Darius falls into another nightmare. "We need to gather supplies, fast!" Darius calls to the others, searching through the wreckage of the camp treehouse. The rest of the group follows suit, looking for anything useful. "Come on, go, go, go!" Darius urges.
"We won't make it!" Sammy wails.
"Darius, what do we do?" Brooklynn cries.
"Find something, anything!" Darius urges. Something was approaching them. Darius couldn't see what, but he felt pure terror knowing something was coming.
"Where's the radio?" Sammy asks.
"It's on the boat!" Darius exclaims. "We have to get there in time!"
Suddenly, Brooklynn and Yasmina scream. Darius looks around, but they have disappeared. He screams their names, but there is no answer. Kenji and Sammy had disappeared as well, leaving him all alone.
The girls scream again, and Darius looks up. They were dangling from the broken treehouse, scrambling to grab a hold of anything. "Help!" Yasmina cries while Brooklynn's grip slips and she slides down into a sharp piece of wood. It pierces her lower abdomen, and she screams. Yasmina tries to grab Brooklynn as she falls, but loses her grip and finds that a similar fate awaits her.
"No!" Darius shouts, and moves to catch them—to do anything—but something stops him. Clawed, scaly hands grab his arms and legs and mouth and hold him down, forcing him to watch as his friends fall. Darius's muffled screams mix with theirs as the fall, and the boy feels his heart stop from the sound of their impact.
"Noo!" Darius moans, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as the hands let go. He runs towards the girls and begs them to be alive, but neither answer. All he can do is rearrange their horribly twisted limbs and bodies. His jeans and hands are stained with blood from Brooklynn's wound.
Darius hears a groan and sees the rest camp treehouse coming down. He shrieks and runs, barely escaping the wreckage. Coughing in the sawdust cloud, he turns around to find his other two companions. Stuck underneath the wreckage, Kenji and Sammy laid in twisted position, pierced by pieces of camp debris.
Darius can hear their voices, calling out to him to tell them what to do and how to survive. He sobs and falls to the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
Darius wakes with a start, his hands trembling in fear. Slowly turning his head, he can see Sammy and Kenji fast asleep. Yasmina was taking a small sip of water from their stock. "You okay?" she asks. "You shouted, 'It's on the boat!'"
Darius nods, and motions for the cup. He takes a small sip to wet his parched mouth. "Just a nightmare."
"Vicious things, aren't they?" Yasmina mumbles, laying back against a tree.
Darius rolls over, starting to calm down. He hears a small whimper of pain and opens his eyes. Brooklynn was holding her lower abdomen, and Darius can just make out blood on her jeans in the darkness.
Darius's heartbeat goes from seventy-five beats per minute, to seventy thousand. "Oh my gosh, Brooklynn! What happened?!"
The pink-haired girl startles and sits up slightly. "What?!"
Yasmina's head snaps to attention. "What's going on?"
"Why are you bleeding?!" Darius almost shouts.
"Wait, she's bleeding?" Yasmina sits up fully, and kicks Kenji with her right leg.
He wakes up with a snort. "Hey!"
Sammy lifts her head. "What's the ruckus?"
"I'm fine," Brooklynn mumbles.
"Did a Compy bite you?" Darius asks, looking around for something to stop the bleeding. "What happened?"
"How much blood is there," Yasmina asks, concerned. She tries to get up to see.
"Wait, blood?!" Kenji sits up straight. "What about blood?!"
"Someone's bleedin'?" Sammy's eyes widen in fright.
"It's fine," Brooklynn crosses her arms and lowers her head.
"Come on, what happened? Where are you hurt?!" Darius asks, moving forward to help her.
"Back off, Darius!" Brooklynn shouts, shoving him back roughly. "It's normal, okay?!"
Darius trembles, extremely confused and concerned. "N-Normal?"
"Oh," Yasmina sputters and sits back in her previous position. Sammy pats Brooklynn on the arm and lays back down. Kenji looks around in confusion for a bit, before laying back down.
"Wha!" Darius exclaims. "Why are you guys so calm?!"
"Shut up, Darius!" Brooklynn snaps, laying down and curling her legs up.
"She's on her period," Yasmina explains.
"Her what?" Darius frowns, concerned as to why everyone was so calm about their friend bleeding.
"Oh dear," Kenji mumbles.
Yasmina pinches the spot between her eyebrows with a sigh and goes into a lengthy—yet educational—explanation about periods. She also explains why Brooklynn was in pain and moody. She had to dodge a couple pebbles thrown her way by the pinkette during that part, though.
By the end of the explanation, Darius's mouth was gaping in horror. He tries to speak but it comes out as incoherent gibberish. "So… you all go through that?"
"Well, when a girl goes through puberty, she will," Yasmina nods.
"For how long?" Darius asks, his eyes wide.
"Until menopause hits, which generally happens around fifty or sixty," Yasmina says.
Darius counts on his fingers. "So you guys bleed for two to seven days every month for about forty to fifty years?!"
"That's right," Sammy nods.
"That's… That's… That's terrible!" Darius exclaims. "I had no idea women had such a hard life!"
All three girls start laughing.
"Does my Mom go through that?" Darius asks. "She never takes any breaks! She's always going, going, going. How does she deal with bleeding regularly? How do you guys deal with it?!"
"Well, you just put on a pad, or something to stop the bleeding, take medicine for the cramps and go about your life," Yasmina shrugs.
"You just go about your life and act like you're not bleeding?" Darius gaps. "I knew girls were tough, but not that tough!"
The girls double over with laughter again.
"Heck yeah, you guys are," Kenji says, his eyes wide. "I knew about periods, but I never knew the explanation behind them."
"What did you think happened?" Sammy asks.
"I always explained it like, 'A girl's body prepared for a baby, but then they didn't get one, so their body throws a tantrum,'" Kenji says.
"That's actually not a bad description," Yasmina laughs. "All right, you're turn to watch, Kenji. I'm going to sleep."
"Are you guys going to get yours?" Darius asks, backing away from them.
"Mine should come soon," Sammy shrugs. "I think. I never keep up with mine."
"Mine's irregular," Yasmina shrugs. "Can't predict it."
"Are you okay, Brooklynn?" Darius asks, concerned.
"I'm fine," Brooklynn groans, holding her stomach in pain. "Just stop talking about it."
"She's embarrassed," Yasmina smirks.
"Is the pain really bad?" Darius asks.
"Varies from girl to girl, but for me, it gets bad," Brooklynn says. "Now can we just stop talking about it?!"
"It's hard when my friend is bleeding and everyone's just acting like it's normal!" Darius exclaims. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Get some Tylenol," Brooklynn whimpers. "Or my teddy bear. Oh, wait! We're in Jurassic World, so I'm just going to have to stick it out and free bleed!"
Darius frowns, saddened. "I can be your teddy bear if you want," he offers quietly.
Brooklynn glares at him. "If you want someone to hug when you're not feeling good, I'll be there," Darius rephrases.
"Just back off," Brooklynn hisses, turning away from him. "You don't want to get blood on you, anyway."
Darius lays down next to her, watching her curl up in a ball. "I just wish…" he says. "I wasn't so useless? Inadequate? Helpless to stop your pain, even if it is normal?" he thinks in his head. "I wish I could help you. I'm fine with getting some blood on me; you're the one in pain."
Brooklynn is quiet for a second, before she rolls over and hugs Darius. He hugs her while she silently cries on his shoulder. The two fall asleep.
Later that night, Yasmina wakes up. She tries to move, but none of her limbs are working. Terror grips her and her heart starts racing as a shadow moves over her. Something was watching her and the others.
The athlete's heart stops when the creature leans down into her line of sight. It was not as big as the Indominus rex, but bigger than a Compy. Sharp teeth and a slit eye stare at her. "It's a raptor. It's a raptor!" Yasmina thinks. She tries to move, tries to scream, but her body lays still as a stone. "Kenji, help! Who's on watch?!" she panics.
The raptor makes a purring sound and nudges her head. Yasmina's head flops over limply, and she can see that her companions are fast asleep. "Guys? Guys!" she screams in her head.
The raptor silently walks over to Darius and Brooklynn and sniffs them. Yasmina can see blue stripes down it's back. "Guys, wake up!" Yasmina wails, trying to get her body to cooperate. Instead, she falls back asleep, unable to do anything.
The next morning, Darius's eyes flutter open. He gently removes himself from Brooklynn's arms, yawns, and stretches. The young boy looks around and realizes that he is the only one awake. "Kenji!" he hisses, kicking the older boy's thigh.
"Ow, dude!" Kenji wakes, rubbing the spot Darius kicked. "What was that for?"
"You were supposed to be awake!" Darius hisses.
"Why?" Kenji frowns.
"You had the night watch!" Darius growls.
"Nah, I gave it to Sammy after a couple hours," Kenji shrugs. "Didn't she give it to you?"
"No, I just woke up," Darius hisses. "And Sammy's fast asleep!"
"So no one was watching us!" Kenji exclaims. "Sammy!" Kenji shakes her.
"What?" Sammy wakes up. Brooklynn rouses from their commotion as well.
"You were supposed to stand guard!" Darius says.
"When was I supposed to do that?!" Sammy frowns.
"When I gave you the night watch!" Kenji seeths, almost shouting.
"You never gave me the night watch!" Sammy protests.
"Yeah, I did!" Kenji says. "I whispered your name, you asked me 'What?' and I told you it was your turn to stay awake. And then you said, uhhh… 'Quiero… pastel de… carne.' And then you sat up, so I went back to sleep!"
Sammy looks at him incredulously. "Well, that's the problem! 'Quiero pastel de carne' means 'I want meatloaf' in Spanish! I was sleep talking!"
"You should've told us you slept talk!" Brooklynn exclaims. "Then we could've looked out for it so that we weren't completely unguarded in the middle of the night!"
"I did!" Sammy cries. "I'm sure I've told you that I sleep talk. I've told funny stories about it!"
Darius groans.
"Okay, fine, I sleep talk!" Sammy throws her hands in the air. "If you wanna make sure I'm awake, you gotta kick me or shake me awake. Also, some clear sighs that I'm sleep talking is: speaking in Spanish—especially if the sentence is weird, but only Brooklynn would know—meowing, or making any animal noises, and no emotion. When I sleep talk, I don't sound like I'm awake."
"Good to know," Darius sighs. "I'm just glad we weren't eaten by a dinosaur in the middle of the night."
On cue, Yasmina sits straight up, yelping. She starts whipping her head around, stringing together several words in no particular coherent order. "Dinosaur! Paralyzed night danger!"
Kenji tries to smother his giggles as Darius grabs the sides of her face and forces her to look at him and not at whatever she was looking for. "Yaz! Calm down and think about what you want to say!"
She calms down, taking a deep breath and letting it out.
"So there was a paralyzed dinosaur in the danger of the night?" Kenji guesses.
"No, I woke up with sleep paralysis," Yasmina explains. "And there was a dinosaur standing over me. I think it was a raptor with blue stripes on its back, but I don't know them well enough to tell. Then it went over to you guys and I fell back asleep. No one was watching over us." Yasmina sends Kenji a glare. "It felt so real."
"Well, we had a misunderstanding in terms of night guards," Kenji says coughing. "Turns out we should slap Sammy if we want her to wake up, just to make sure she isn't sleep talking."
"Wait, so no one was watching us?!" Yasmina's breath hitches. "So there seriously was a raptor among us?!"
"I think that part was a hallucination," Darius says. "A raptor coming through our camp and not eating a single one of us? Doesn't make much sense. It's probably a coincidence that you dreamed there was no guard. It's a scary thing when you realize you're the only one awake, so it's probably just part of the hallucination and freakily lines up with what happened."
"You sure it was really just a hallucination?" Brooklynn asks, shaking.
"Why would a velociraptor turn away from such easy pickings as sleeping kids?" Darius says. "I think it's just a freaky coincidence that there was no guard."
The group calms down a bit, and the girls head off alone. Sammy started to say something about ways to absorb blood, but a death glare from Brooklynn shut her up.
Kenji stretches and shakes his head to clear it, then sees Darius staring intently at the ground. "Bruh, you okay?" he asks. Darius slowly turns around and looks at him, then slowly looks back at the ground again. The alpha male crawls forward and looks at the ground. A dinosaur footprint was indented in the soft mud, close to where Yasmina slept.
The boys' hearts start to race. "So…" Kenji gulps. "There really was a r… raptor?"
"Yeah," Darius whispers.
"What do we do?" Kenji whispers back, looking around.
"Why would a velociraptor sniff around and just leave?" Darius asks, barely above a whisper. "It doesn't make sense. We were easy prey. An easy snack. And Brooklynn was bleeding; in its mind, we were injured. Why would it just leave."
"There was a program to train raptors to listen to human commands," Kenji says unsteadily. "Maybe it was used to humans."
"Maybe," Darius nods. "Maybe it doesn't care to hurt humans. But a raptor with blue stripes? Kenji, that was one of the ones that attacked us when we got in the pen. That thing didn't seem too friendly."
"Maybe it's injured and trying to hide," Kenji says.
"It doesn't make much sense," Darius shakes his head.
"What should we tell the girls?" Kenji asks.
"They're pretty freaked out," Darius mumbles. "Maybe we shouldn't tell them. Not yet, anyway. As far as we know, the raptor's gone and left us. If we find any more signs of the raptor coming back, we can tell them. But if it was a one time thing, maybe we shouldn't worry them."
"You know they're not going to like it," Kenji whispers.
"I know, but I don't want them to freak out," Darius hisses. "Maybe we could say that we need to keep an eye out, but until we know for sure that it's still around, we don't tell them about these tracks. We're the big guys here; we do the worrying. Let's just keep an extra careful eye out."
"Yeah, I guess there's always a chance that it was real, we just won't say that we know for sure," Kenji nods. "They're not going to like it, though."
"You wanna deal with Brooklynn freaking out?" Darius asks.
"No," Kenji shakes his head. "But do you wanna deal with Yaz when she finds out you lied? She's not a fan of lying."
"Yeah," Darius sighs. "She'd want to protect the others, too… Maybe we should tell her. I don't know, Kenji. This is totally against raptor behavior. It's illogical to leave possible food especially when we're so easy to get, and raptors are probably the most intelligent dinosaur here. If it didn't eat us last night, chances are it won't try again. There's no reason to leave us be and eat us later."
"You sure?" Kenji quirks an eyebrow. "You were sure about the sinoceratops and that didn't turn out too well."
Anger and indignation rise up in Darius's chest. He stands up and walks over to the pack. "The raptor didn't eat us last night when it had the chance, so there's no reason for it to come back. If it's not going to come back, why worry the girls with it?"
"Dinosaurs are unpredictable," Kenji says. "You can't be too sure what they'll do. If there's a raptor out and about, we have to keep an eye out for it!"
"That's right, we keep an eye out for it," Darius says. "Until it becomes a problem, we let the girls think we're safe. We are the men in the group. Ladies love a grand gesture, don't they?"
Kenji bristles. "Oh, so you tryin' to impress Brooklynn or something? Oh, maybe Yaz, because you two seem real cuddly."
"No, I'm trying to lead our group in the right direction and keep us safe," Darius says. "Not do something stupid. I'm the one who got us out of camp, which is why you named me leader. If you wanna bring up the dino drive, you're the one who crashed your gyrosphere and had to take orders from Sammy! Furthermore, if you wanna bring up mistakes, a lot of our near death experiences stemmed from your stupidity! So between my educated guess on dinosaurs and your emotional decision, which one do you think we should listen to?"
Kenji growls. "Of course, you're the perfect leader loved by everyone and I'm the dimwit who stands in as comic relief. How foolish of me to think we should be honest to the girls about the danger they might be in!"
"Well, if you want to step up as leader and deal with Brooklynn critiquing your leadership, Sammy being extremely clingy and socially clueless, and Yaz trying to sacrifice herself on some hairbrained idea that she won't make it, go ahead and tell them! Be my guest!" Darius exclaims in anger. "It'd be nice to take a break from keeping everyone working together, cause frankly, none of you seem to want to work together. You're the worst of them! Do you want to officially take reins and lead the team? Do you want to keep everyone working in harmony? We both know you'd make it worse. That's all you've been doing with your inflated ego and weird conversations! Causing trouble among the team! And I have to clean up the mess!"
Kenji clenches his fist in anger. The two stare daggers at each other. "Forgive me for not wanting to deal with panic among the team on top of everything else," Darius hisses.
The two boys stare angrily at each other, panting slightly. Both were on edge and bristling. The girls come back and find them. "What's going on?" Sammy asks.
Darius stares at Kenji, daring him to say anything and take on the responsibility of leadership. "Nothing," Kenji sputters. "Just a simple argument."
"About what?" Yasmina asks.
"Boy stuff," Kenji says, sending Darius a dirty look before walking away to lean against a tree. "So, O fearless leader, what should we do now?"
"Let's head back to the park," Darius says. He glares at Kenji, daring him to challenge his decision. "We can check to see if Toro deserted it."
"Okay, let's go!" Sammy exclaims happily, trying to change the angry faces on the boys. "Daylight's being wasted."
"Lead the way," Kenji exaggeratedly bows at Darius.
"My pleasure," Darius says, faking a smile.