Return of the Strongest Scavengers Assassin

Chapter Thirty Five

The morning light filtered through the cabin’s curtains, casting a soft glow on the worn-out couch where Reed had spent a restless night, consciousness slowly returned to him, he blinked groggily, the conversations of the previous night flooding back into his mind The chirping of birds outside filled the woods, their melodic symphony a stark contrast to the turmoil that had plagued his dreams.

With a weary sigh, Reed pushed himself up from the couch, his muscles protesting the sudden movement after a restless night and staggered to his feet, his head heavy with fatigue.

The others were still asleep—their breathing steady, their faces peaceful. He tiptoed across the creaky wooden floor, careful not to wake anyone.

He reached the window, its glass slightly fogged from the chill of the night. Pulling the curtain aside, Reed scanned the surroundings.

The forest stretched out before him, a tapestry of greens and browns. Squirrels darted along the branches, their bushy tails twitching. A d