The Final Hour

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A Plan in Place

“I have an idea,” I say, wiping my face.

“What is it?” Aaron asks curiously.

“Okay, I cut my hair and injure myself in another spot and make my way to their territory from another direction than from here, when they confront me, I say I’m injured and I need medical attention. They take me to their base and give me whatever medical attention they can give me and after I heal I look for Major. Once I find him I get both of us out of there, not only does it give me a chance to heal but I get him back as well.” I explain.

“What if they don’t help you, what if they just shoot you? Or what if the person who shot you recognizes you and what if they don’t heal you,” Aaron asks, unsure about the plan.

“Well, how did they get all of their people if they killed everyone? Besides, even if they don’t heal me I can still figure out a way to get out of there, I’m a pretty tough cookie. Once Major and I get out of there, a group from here can stake out in the shed to help us out of there. How would the person who shot me recognize me? They were too far away to see my face clearly and that would be why I would cut my hair. I can switch clothes with someone in camp and poke a hole in the pants where I was shot, that or find a pair of shorts instead,” I explain, starting to get confident.

“I don’t know about it Amara, I still think we should wait until your healed,” Aaron pleads.

“Think about it, who would they be more likely to help, someone who is healthy and just seems to be wandering? Or someone who needs medical attention, someone who would owe them something, something like loyalty for saving their life,” I explain.

Aaron stays quiet for a second. “I suppose you’re right,” he replies.

“Don’t tell your dad about this, Rayla will have to cut my hair today and I’ll leave tomorrow. I’ll make my way into the woods and come out onto the road a little ways before the start of their territory,” I explain.

“Just because I don’t want to regret anything, will you meet up with me in Isaac’s tent? I have something planned for us,” Aaron pleads.

“Where is Isaac going to sleep?” I ask confused.

“In with Rayla, he slept with her last night when you were in Tasha’s trailer,” he explains.

“Oh? The 2 of them slept together? Really?” I ask, surprised.

“Yeah really, I slept in Isaac’s tent so I could actually sleep without my dad snoring in my ear the whole night,” he replies.

“Wow, I mean, I’m not that surprised but I thought it would’ve taken a little longer,” I comment.

“Yeah, I suppose, but both of them were okay with it,” Aaron replies.

I look towards my tent and see Rayla walking towards us. “Please tell me you didn’t do anything stupid?” She asks worriedly.

“No, she didn’t” Aaron answers.

“Good, Amara, I know you’re mad but you need to stay calm,” Rayla adds, sitting on the other side of me.

“Yep that’s great and all but right now I need you to cut my hair,” I say, looking over at her.

She looks at me and then over to Aaron, “That’s very random,” She comments. “Do I get a reason or am I just kept in the dark about it?” She asks

“It’s better if you don’t know about it, at least not right now,” I add, standing up, “So come on, we need to do it today.”

“Okay?” she adds, still confused.

I walk over to the horse area and I sit on a chair and Rayla goes and gets a pair of scissors from Tasha. Rayla comes walking back and asks, “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Just don’t completely ruin my hair okay, don’t make it look like a toddler cut it,” I answer.

“Well first how short do you want it?” Rayla questions, starting to brush her fingers through my hair.

“Go just above the shoulders,” I answer.

“Alright, no going back now,” She adds, beginning to cut my hair off.


“All done,” Rayla comments, “I’ve seen worse.”

“God I feel weird, it feels like I just shaved my head it feels so light,” I comment, brushing my fingers through my hair and turning towards her.

“Okay, so when are you going to tell me what plan you’re brewing up?” She says, crossing her arms.

“I’ll let Aaron tell you tomorrow morning. Trust me it’s best if you don’t know,” I say, beginning to walk towards the lunch table. Aaron and Isaac walk up to us, both of their mouths are open in awe.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to look so good with short hair,” Isaac blurts.

Aaron just looks at me in shock. “You look beautiful,” He comments.

“Thank you,” I say, hugging him.

“If you ask me she looks like a toddler just cut her hair with a knife,” Jamie blurts from behind us.

“Should I take that same knife and cut you with it?” I reply.

Jamie scoffs and walks off towards Lea, Grant, Matt, Henry, and Sarah.

“God, she’s such a fucking bitch,” Rayla comments.

“She’ll wish she wasn’t such a bitch one of these days,” I add, “Come on, let’s go get some food. That took a lot longer than I had hoped but it was worth it.”


The 4 of us spent the rest of the day hanging out. We sat at the table for a good 2 hours just talking. The rest of the time we sat by the fire just to hang out.

The sun starts to go down and both Rayla and Isaac are both yawning already.

“We’re going to hit the sack,” Isaac comments, standing up, helping Rayla up as well.

“Goodnight love birds!” I holler at them. I wait for them to get into the tent before saying anything. “I told her you would explain everything tomorrow morning, but it has to be after I leave, if she knows beforehand she’ll just try and stop me.”

“Okay, I figured I was going to be the one to tell her anyway so I don’t have much of a problem with it.


Aaron and I sit by the fire until almost everyone is asleep and it’s pretty much pitch blackout. Aaron has his back resting against one of the log benches and I am sitting between his legs.

“Okay, so what did you have planned for us earlier?” I ask, looking up at him.

“Well, you’re about to find out,” he says standing and helping me up. He helps me over towards Isaac’s tent. There are 2 sleeping bags and 2 pillows. “I want to make our last night for a while special if you’re okay with it that is,” he says, zipping the tent shut behind us.

I look at the stuff on the floor of the tent and look back at him. I turn towards him and kiss him slowly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I comment as we spread apart.

We kiss slowly, our lips colliding gently. He lifts me up and lays me onto the ground softly. I undo my pants and start working them down my legs. With one hand, he undoes his pants and slides them off of his legs, leaving him in just boxers. Things begin heating up as our kissing pace quickens. He begins working my underwear down my legs and then does the same to his. He continues kissing me before positioning himself.

“You’re 100% sure right?” he questions quietly.

“Yes,” I answer, kissing him once again.

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