"Why isn't Max out yet?"
Just as the voice outside questioned, Max saw a little kitchen knife plunge between the tent fabric from above.
Before he could react, bright rays of sunlight pierced through. For a moment his eyes lost clearance causing him to break away from the paralysis as he made to cover his eyes.
"Look at him." Following the mischievous voice was a sharp ripping sound.
The tent was being torn to shreds from all sides. A coordinated offence, not just one knife.
Just as the warm heat from the sun fell on him, Max opened his eyes to see three girls surrounding his tent.
While his gaze switched between each of them, identifying them to be Olivia and Co. He noticed several other sets of eyes focused on him. Kate included.
"Awake?"
"Or should we shower you with some cold sea water?"
Gesturing towards the sand bucket in her hands, Ava smiled wickedly. Only then did Max notice two slightly quivering figures close by.
