Zane's POV
"Helping you survive," Josh said casually, continuing his stride like nothing unusual had just happened. "You've got a hundred buckets to carry later. You'll need every bit of strength you've got."
The moment those words left his mouth, I fell silent. As humiliating as it was to be carried like this, I stopped struggling and let him carry me. We hadn't run into anyone on the way so far...probably because everyone else was already busy with training at the institution. And honestly, Josh was right. I'd need every ounce of strength I could muster. Better to preserve what I had left now.
Still... a hundred buckets?
I didn't even know how I was expected to lift that many, let alone carry them from one place to another. But I decided not to think too hard about it. I'd worry when we reached the stream or the hostel, whichever came first.
