Angie followed the others, making it there before them and taking the best spot in the cave — a large, flat ledge near the top of the ceiling. It took awhile to get up onto, but she made it after a few seconds.
Kylee was the last one in, shivering with the cold and holding back sobs of pain. She collapsed onto a semi-flat rock jutting out the side of the cave. She took off her sopping wet hoodie, revealing a lavender long-sleeve shirt beneath, and began softly singing.
Angie stared at Kylee, “What are you doing?” She asked, a skeptical and judge tone to her voice. She folded her arms across her chest and took off her own jacket and put it underneath her, pillowing her as she flopped down in relief.