"White Tail, Utah, yeah?" You point to the map in your hands, looking over at Brian who drives with a cigarette dangling in the corner of his mouth.
"Uh..." He leans closer to you and squints his eyes on the map, hand still on the steering wheel. "Yup." He nods, and sits straight again.
You hum along to the song, and wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. "My pa and my half siblings live in Salt Lake City, did you know that?" Brian glances over at you, trying to keep the conversation going.
"You never mention your family, so no." You shrug, looking back down to the paper map.
"Well, I should probably start, huh?" He grins, taking a turn onto a highway.
For a couple moments it's quiet, the crinkle of the map in your hands and the radio on the speakers kind of go together. "Brian?" Tobies groggy voice is heard from the back.
"What is it?" Brian calls back, turning the radio down.
"I need to piss." You roll your eyes, and turn to look out the window. Third time just this morning.
"I'll pull off to a side road and you go in the grass, k?" You can hear Brian tapping his index finger on the steering wheel, impatient on the time we're losing.
"He'll get ticks, though." Tim chimes in.
"I like ticks." Toby yawns.
"Of course you do." You whisper, adjusting yourself in the passenger seat. You look over at Brian, only to see Tobies gloved hand in your face. His middle finger saying hello.
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The forest is dark, it's canopy lightened by the moonlight. Crickets chirp and frogs croak somewhere down the stream, it isn't as hot outside anymore and the sound of nature is comfortable.
Brian wears his black mask, making you feel light headed as you walk in the back of the group with Kate. Tim doesn't wear his, but you can see it in the pocket of his coat. Toby wears his goggles and mask, the one's you see him wear before or after a mission.
Crack!
The sound of a broken stick north of you makes Brian stop walking, along side Tim. You look over at Kate in the moonlight, and notice a glow from her eyes. Maybe it's the loss of sleep, but the more you stare, the brighter they seem.
Toby takes out a flashlight from his pocket, and shines it in front of him. Your upper back goes cold, seeing a dirty man in the middle of the trail. His dark blonde hair is long and shaggy, face dirty with mud and dust. His hoodie is stained and his jeans are dirty with nature. In his left hand, he holds a shot gun.
"Hello, Folks." The man has a scratchy voice, as if he hasn't talked in a long time.
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THE CALL OF HER
RomansYour teenage years were the most wildest years of your life, and yet the most blissful and calm, because of her; Kate Hayes. The girl you met in 8th grade, the person that was by your side as both a friend, and romantic partner. But once the woman y...
