Heroism and Harshness

Chapter Sixteen

 Both kids were frightened now. Even Mark was. This was like the wolves to him as they both now took a few steps back. "I counted them up," Becky said in a fearful tone. "They're thirteen of them,"

The pack of wolves were replaced with a pack of guards, scouting the restricted woods to make sure that no Hubian or prisoner enter. Nor Becky or Mark didn't want to be caught.

"Maybe we could make up a diversion," Becky suggested. That was a good idea and Becky had did that before many times. She also assumed that Mark did it too. But Mark rejected her idea.

"It's hard to pull that off in the woods," He told her. "First, what will we use? And second, the guards are much smarter than they are in the prison." Becky knew that Mark was right. St the prison, it was much easier but now, how will they do it? And she did also realize that the guards were smarter and stronger like they were in the woods. She wondered why in the prisons that guards weren't as strong or smart than they were in the woods.

"Maybe we can disguise as a guard," Mark told Becky. Becky knew that it was a good idea.

"Where will we find a guard's body? I mean, the guard who I killed was already devoured and that guard uniform is no good anymore. We need to and a dead guard and there won't be that many left I suppose," After hearing that, Mark knew that Becky didn't' remember when he killed a guard. "Becky, remember when I killed a guard?"

Becky then started to brainstorm when he did. She gotten so distracted of how Mark almost died and the wolves and the evil guard who was in the trees.

Plus, she was tired of all that walking in the woods. Even though that the guard truck drove a lot in the woods, the woods were so big that the truck only covered a quarter of the woods before getting burned up by Becky.

"Right," Becky remembered. "You did kill one," Mark then nodded as he told Becky that they needed to go back and claim the dead guard and use it as a costume. They then had to walk back all the way back to the guard shed as they both sighed. Unless if one of them could think of something else, they both had to do it.

Both of them then took a whole hour of walking back to that old guard shed. They passed the devoured guard where all that remained was a torn guard uniform that was in pieces. They then walked tirelessly and to pass the time, they talked about their lives. Becky told Mark about her bad life and Mark told Becky about his life. Both lives were similar to each other.

Finally, they encountered that old guard shed as they knew it was the right one because there was that dead guard who mark killed on display in the woods. Thankfully, the uniform was still in good condition as it didn't really get that scavenged like the last one.

But then, Becky then noticed a problem right away. Mark had shot the guard in the back as the back if the uniform was on display. Becky showed Mark the issue right away as they needed to something to cover it up.

Mark then did something smart. He found two rocks as he started rubbing them like they were flint and steel. Finally, a smaller but sharper rock appeared. Mark used the small rock to cut off some bark from a tree nearby. Becky was astonished. Mark never taught her this.

Mark took the bark s he placed it where the hole was. "If a guard see's your back, then tell him about it's a bandage," Mark told Becky.

With the help of Mark, they stripped the uniform from the dead guard as all there was left was a dead body. Becky then stepped in it. "How does it look on me?" Becky asked.

"Too big on you," Said Mark and he was right. Becky barley made it out of the leggings part of the uniform as she needed Mark to take the top of it. "Go on my shoulders," She told Mark and Mark jumped on her. Thankfully, he wasn't that heavy and Becky could support him.