The Gnawing Hunger

A Hunt So Successful

The pair arrived at the cabin a lot sooner then he had hoped for. A whole lot sooner then he had hoped for. And his stomach dropped as he realized just why Hawthorne picked her out. She was well and truly isolated from everyone else. So much so that it made him think of a horror movie. This definitely makes the poor woman easy prey for anything. Hell, she'd be easy prey for human beings who wanted to hurt her. If he were being utterly honest.

But, that was the entire reason Hawthorne picked her.

Getting Bo some easy prey out of the way to get some experience. Get an easy kill under his belt. Or something close to that type of thing. Either way, Bo couldn't bring himself to ask about it. Nor could Bo begin to stop himself. No matter how much he wanted to not be walking. All he could do is keep walking after the more human-looking Hawthorne. Feeling more than a bit concerned about the poor woman they were going to be going after.

Way more than a bit.

Though he didn't let it show on his face. In fact he couldn't make himself emote anything at the moment. Hell, he wasn't sure he could make himself feel more emotions. All he could do is walk along with the monster that infected him. Sure, he probably could speak to Hawthorne. That was probably all he could do in the moment. But, he couldn't think of anything he wanted to say to him. Or anything that they could speak about either.

All his thoughts were about this poor woman they were after. Who Hawthorne had brought him nearer in the coverage of the woods. He could see her standing as peacefully as possible in the front yard. Opening the mail box that every property had as leisurely as anyone would. What she was collecting didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that she didn't sense them. Nor did she seem all that concerned about anything. Just so serene like he had been before he had seen Hawthorne. When Arthur had still been alive and not devoured by the both of them.

Bo felt a small amount of envy for this woman.

She was completely unaware of everything around her. So at ease as she was looking over some papers in her hands. Seemingly so very happy as well. What Bo wouldn't give to be as happy as she was. Not having to deal with Hawthorne and his bullshit, either.

And she seemed to be super happy as well. As far as he could tell, she was happy and calm. This woman wasn't being turned into a terrible creature against her will. Forced to eat human remains, either. Or being romanced by the very thing that had turned him as well. She seemed to be very carefree and safe...well....as far as she knew she wasn't in any danger. Maybe she hadn't heard about the attack on Arthur. Or maybe she did but felt that she was safe in her cabin. So long as she didn't hike like Arthur and himself, she would be safe from being mauled.

Well, he felt bad that this wasn't true.

"Do you even know her name, Hawthorne?",Bo asked suddenly. Surprising himself that he would even ask that of him. Why in the Hell would this creature know that? Hell, he wasn't even sure why he asked Hawthorne it either. Though he wasn't surprised that he hadn't whispered. As the woman was much too far away to hear either of them. Something that Bo couldn't tell was good or terrible. Hawthorne answered,"No, I don't. But we do not need to know it."

"A wolf does not need to know his prey's name.",Thorn explained. Which was true. And confirmed his worst fears about all of this. They were going to kill this poor woman. And eat her to satiate that messed up hunger that Hawthorne infected him with. Which was one of the worst things they could do to her...well, as far as he wanted to think on.

Bo knew he should be feeling so very terrible about this. Should stop himself and Hawthorne. But, there was this part of him that didn't want to. Didn't want to leave or do anything to save this poor, poor woman.