𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠|𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐱 (𝐟)𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 6:Traces

Traces
Noun.
A mark, object, or other indication of the existence or passing of something.

(N/N)-nickname
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"Aaahhhhhh"

I sighed for what I guessed to be the fifth time as my deep slumber was, once again, disturbed by the loud screeching of Rhea.

Although she was naturally solicitude, Rhea had a problem with aggravating others. Her high pitched voice grated at my eardrums as I slowly got up, sick of her jittery behaviour.

It had been 2 days since the fire as on day 1, we had awoken in the forest and decided to search for Athena. For the whole day, we had scoured in the never ending woodland in hopes of finding our best friend.

But to no luck.

We had wondered far,but not far enough that someone wouldn't be able to find us. I had discreetly left markings of shapes on the trees so that if we did get lost, we would at least be able to recognise the trees.

Given that we had spent a whole day investigating Athenas disappearance, we both had not thought of eating as the worry was eating us alive.

And,although loyalty goes far, human nature cannot be altered.

Our starving stomachs had began rumbling but we brushed it off,in a desperate attempt to stick to the plan.

With no tent, we had decided to sleep on the solid ground which Rhea didn't seem to mind. That was until she came face to face with a crooked spider. Its glowering eyes gazing into hers and its dangly legs making their way over to her.

Apparently she had a great fear of spiders as she screamed and shook at its needle like legs. She had cried out every time she saw a moving creature, a major contrast to her yesterday shenanigans.

Fortunately, I had learnt how to hunt and camp in summer school back in high school. Sometimes I reminisce back to that time, where life was simple and filled with sunshine and ignorance, and when me and Kayaan were still a thing. He was a good guy, but if only he hadnt....

Nevermind.

I managed to assemble the hammock into a makeshift bed for the two of us and laid down. Unfortunately for Rhea, she moved a lot in her sleep and kept tumbling off. At first I had found it hilarious, giggling along with her.

But now, at around 10am (which I had assumed judging on the already set sun), she had abruptly woken up the two of us, effectively scaring the shit out of me.

I'd be lying if I said I hadnt got used to it.

I huffed and made my way to her,storming up to her cowered frame.

My annoyance quickly transformed into worry as she let out little weeps. I immediately ran to her and began looking for the damage.

There was a long,bloody gash that ran from her middway leg to her thigh.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" I screamed, worry lacing every inch of my tone.

She cautiously glanced at me and sullenly looked down.

"I-I fell down and my leg it, it scraped along this." She pointed at the large,cut piece of sharp wood.

That wasnt there before.

"Did you cut it?" I tried to keep my voice non accustory and scrambled to find an explanation, surely she couldnt have climbed up the tree and
chopped it?

"Huh?I don't know where it came from. At first I was sleeping peacefully a-and then, and then I fell on this." Her whiny voice illustrated the image;someone had come here, whilst we were sleeping, and cut down this branch without us knowing.