Alex's Pov; A week before the Battle of Manhatten

I walked into my cabin, yawning. Another night on patrol can really tire a person out. My legs were sore and my mind felt groggy. The sooner this stupid war can end, the better.
The Hermes Cabins was, of course, crowded and cramed as always. Sleeping bags were spread out all over the place. My brother's snoring echoed off the wall. I was careful not to tread on anyone and hopped up onto my bunk. My eyes started to droop as my head hit the pillow. A quiet wail echoed off the кабина walls. Nobody stirred, but I leaped off my постель, кровати at once. The cry...