A Whisper In The Wind

Pinky Promise

~~George's POV~~

TW: Death, Panic Attack

My heart is racing out of my chest when I awake. Ranboo is hovering over me. His hair falling just over the top of his eyes. He is in desperate need of a hair cut. Thankfully he seems to have calmed down a bit. No longer terrified of me. Neither of us says a word. I would rather not speak of what happened. Did I say anything in my slumber? Hopefully not. Ranboo digs into his back pocket and pulls out a water bottle full of water, handing it to me. 

I chug some of the water down letting out a big raspy huff. "Thanks man."

"No problem" Ranboo replies. "You ready to keep going? We should make it to the group in a little over an hour." My mind wanders back to before the dream. Before I met Dream. Our compasses. 

"What about the compass? Shouldn't we just follow that? Kill the person and get out of this hellhole. The sooner the better." Easier said then done the voice in the back of my mind says. Shut up.

"I was hoping you would say that." Ranboo says gleefully. "We will probably run into the other hunters on the way there anyways. Its the best option." Perfect! The compass sits in my hand. The metal surrounding it is chilly, and shimmers when the light hits it in the right spot. The green glowing tip points in the direction we were planning on going anyways. Just it is a little further into the woods then we were. Wandering further into the woods didn't seem very appealing to me. But we had no other choice. 

I mean sure. We would have waited in the fields and enjoyed life and let everyone else hunt the traitor down. But maybe everyone else was thinking the same. Or what if they all failed. Someone had to succeed. Someone had to be the one to take the traitors life. 

Ranboo snaps me out of my daze. I was probably creeping him out staring at the darkness of the woods for so long. 

In no time we are off on our journey. Sadly there are no birds chirping deeper in the woods. There is less light than before, which is in no way pleasing. Part of me wants to turn around and call it quits. But I am no quitter. Ranboo takes the weight of carrying our conversation. One minute he is talking about all the theories he has about what happened to us. And the next minute he gets sidetracked to a different topic. Usually about something like flowers or plants. For not having remembered anything specific about his past life, he sure does know a lot of facts about plants. 

Blocking out Ranboo's rant about a certain yellow flower I find myself longing for night to come. Not only to see Dream but to hopefully see in color. I've noticed that my dreams are in color while real life is dull and colorless. The greens and reds in life go back to the bland yellow colors.

The woods is endless. Wandering aimlessly is difficult for me. I like knowing what's ahead of me, instead of this uncertainty. Light fades from overhead and a soft breeze shakes the branches of the trees towering overhead. Pine needles falling to the ground. With every step a crunch sound comes from below. I feel the tight band that is hugging my wrist. A reminder of the time remaining to kill the traitor. A large portion of me is scared that I will know the Traitor, and that I won't be able to kill them when it comes down to it. 

 What happens if I die? Will I really be dead? Well of course I will be dead. I wonder what that is like. Death. Is it comforting or is it horrifying. I'm hoping its the first option. My awareness of the surroundings disappear and I become a walking zombie. Stuck in my mind with different scenarios. One of them is me in the woods much like the ones I am walking in. Instead of being in my body I am outside it. Hovering off to the side, like I am watching someone else's life. A masked man emerges from the darkness behind a tree. A loaded bow in hand. Aimed right at my chest. RUN. I shout at the person who is supposedly me. They don't move. I bolt over to the masked man. Standing right infront of their arrow. Hoping that prevents them from shooting.