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Grand theft auto

Chapter 11

Dream watched George carefully, as the boy squinted one eye shut and lined up his bow. He was biting his bottom lip as he concentrated, and his nose was slightly scrunched.

"Got it!" George shouted when he let the arrow fly, and his focused expression switched to joy, eyes crinkling with the smile. He turned to Dream, beaming and waving in the direction of the arrow he shot. "Did you see?"

"I did." Dream said, looking over at the now-dead fox, an arrow through its head. It was clean, quick. He looked back at George who now had a mocking look on his face.

"Told you I'd get it first try." George teased, before walking over to the dead animal. Dream shook his head with a smile, before turning back and crouching by Sapnap.

"How's your head today?" He asked. Sapnap shrugged, examining some of George's arrows as entertainment. His head was still bandaged like a mummy, despite the fact the bleeding had stopped. Dream was taking any chances and Sapnap didn't seem too bothered.

"Better again today. Still a headache and I'm a little dizzy but I think I can walk today." Sapnap said.

"Are you sure? We can wait another day if you need it." Dream said.

"I'm sure. We haven't moved in three days. And not to mention the couple days before you even found me. We need to get to the safe haven before we have any more injuries. I mean seriously, Dream. Your arm looked bad when George changed the bandage yesterday." Sapnap said, gesturing at Dream's bicep.

"It's not that bad. It was the first day but it's fine now." Dream almost self-consciously touched his shoulder.

"I don't want any of us to get any more stitches. We need to get out of this stupid forest and to North Carolina." Sapnap said. George walked back over, letting go of the dead fox he was dragging with him.

"I am not skinning it. I'll throw up." George said, mouth in a frown and nose scrunched. His hands were out in front of him like he was contaminated. "I killed it. You cook it."

"I could have easily killed it. You just wanted the praise." Dream said, standing back up. "You killed it, you finish the job." He raised a single eyebrow.

"That's not fair." George scoffed, glaring at Dream, eyes narrowing. George had so many facial expressions. All on display without his mask. Dream noticed them all.

"I think it is. If you think you're so good at hunting, then I bet you think you're so good at cooking too." Dream said, slight smile hidden by his mask.

"I am good at it but that's beside the point. I killed it, now you have to do something." The only problem with being able to see George's face, was that he had now taken the bandage off her cheek. The knife that had sliced him in the hollow of the tree had left a scar running from the bridge of his nose to his ear. Dream felt a little sick every time he looked at it. It was his fault it's there. It was still new, red, raw. Not bleeding now, of course, but still fresh.

"What if I don't?" Dream cocked his head to the side, eyes glistening in amusement.

"I'll make you." George gripped his bow.

"I'd like to see how you'd do that." Dream raised his eyebrows again.

"Jesus fucking christ. I'll skin the stupid fox if you both just shut the hell up." Sapnap snapped, reaching for the bag and tugging out the dagger. "Dream, start the goddamn fire."

"Alright." Dream gave in and started exploring for sticks.

"What! Just like that? Why do you listen to Sapnap and not when I ask!" George whined.