Why Not?

Chapter 9: Bellamy Pt. 3

Bellamy woke up and yawned, getting to his feet slowly while stretching his arms. He'd covered a lot of distance yesterday. That was evident from the ache in his feet and legs from walking so long.
'I should eat' Bellamy thought. But how would he find food? "I should've read more," he grumbled to himself, picking up a sturdy stick. After a while, the stick had a pretty sharp point at one end. Time to hunt.
It took Bellamy about thirty tries before he actually managed to spear an average-sized bird. The thing was gross-looking and bloody, but better than nothing. He walked with the bird and spear in hand until he came upon a small stream. First, Bellamy ripped the feathers off, and then he washed the blood off.
"I freaking forgot that I have to cook this stupid thing," he spat at no one in particular, dropping the bird in defeat. 'Who cares? I'll just starve, nobody will notice I'm gone anyway.'
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Bellamy was lying against a tree with his eyes closed when he heard leaves crunching nearby and heavy breathing. Some guy with dark brown hair stopped in front of him, looking shocked that Bellamy was there.
"Who are you?" the guy panted, glancing over his shoulder nervously. "Actually, no time, tell me later."
He grabbed Bellamy's arm and pulled him up. "Hurry, there's a bear, I think."
They ran together, the guy still holding Bellamy's arm, randomly zig-zagging at certain points. He stopped them in front of a small cave. It was more like an opening, just enough space for two or three people.
"Let's sit in here, hopefully it's off our trail by now," said dark-hair.
"Okay, what's your name?" Bellamy asked, sitting next to him inside the alcove.
"Murphy. You?"
"Bellamy."
They gave each-other small smiles and nods.
"Do you have other people with you?" Murphy asked, leaning against the back wall.
"Nope. Just me."
Murphy chuckled. "It seems there's a wave of travelers or something. First two girls, now you."
Bellamy gazed at him curiously. "Do you have like, a town here in the forest?"
Murphy shook his head. "Just some people, some huts. You can live with us, I guess. As long as your not a murderer."
Bellamy laughed at that. "You got it, man. Let's head over there."
Murphy shook his hand and they stood and walked out of the alcove.
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Murphy's POV:
I'm usually agitated at everyone and everything. Monty made me go out hunting and of course, I was chased by a bear, or something big at least. Then I  met some random guy, who I brought with me. At first, it was annoying to have someone else to take care of. But he's kinda nice. And now, I'm taking him to the camp. I bet the others will laugh at me later for being a softie for once. I look over at Bellamy, smiling softly. He has blood on his head, but it isn't fresh. His hair is dirty and shaggy-looking, and his face is smeared with dirt. Yet he still looks handsome. I tear my eyes away and focus on the path in front of me instead. I can't get attached. That never ends well.