[After all hell had broken loose in the form of the Sleepers transforming into monsters, sneaking back to the house had become a necessity; Freya hadn't had time to grab her stuff after hurtling through a window under threat of 'suddenly werewolves.']
[Staying at most of her friends and acquaintances was out. Staying with her folks or at hotels was out. Camping outside was a flat out stupid idea, but what course of action did Freya have at this juncture? And for that, she needed her camping pack.]
[She'd managed to avoid Pen; that was the biggest obstacle. Her unnaturally sharp senses this month had been a godsend in hiding from all the infected.]
[It's a whisper-quiet rustle that alerts Freya, and a clack on a window that sends her ghosting into a hiding place in the dark house.]
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[After all hell had broken loose in the form of the Sleepers transforming into monsters, sneaking back to the house had become a necessity; Freya hadn't had time to grab her stuff after hurtling through a window under threat of 'suddenly werewolves.']
[Staying at most of her friends and acquaintances was out. Staying with her folks or at hotels was out. Camping outside was a flat out stupid idea, but what course of action did Freya have at this juncture? And for that, she needed her camping pack.]
[She'd managed to avoid Pen; that was the biggest obstacle. Her unnaturally sharp senses this month had been a godsend in hiding from all the infected.]
[It's a whisper-quiet rustle that alerts Freya, and a clack on a window that sends her ghosting into a hiding place in the dark house.]