One hundred and thirty-five

We trek through the thick brush for what feels like forever going up and I was starting to get a cramp from walking. Grabbing a skinny tree trunk, I use it to pull myself up, Draven pinches my ass which was in his face making me yelp. I glare at him over my shoulder looking down at him.

“What you put it in my face, next time I will bite that sweet ass of yours. Now get moving we are falling behin