The Risen

Chapter Four

Hope
Jayce

Dante and I have been hiking.
We started the journey by not speaking to each other, Dante wasn't exactly to interested in who I was, he just knew I could help him free his friend, which I suppose was my reason for going with him, He knows where my brother is and I need him to bring me there.

I would constantly ask Dante what his plan was, how would we get them out? are they prisoners? Dante ignored me most of the time, when he didn't he just replied with his same confidant bullshit answer of "I have a plan." 

after a day and a half of just walking through the woods, that being the only conversations we've had I'm beginning to think that Dante is lying to me, and a part of me still believes that all of this is a dream, or a act.

As we walked passed a gas station, we took a break. I sat and stayed watch as Dante went inside to loot whatever might be left in the store.

"Why don't we just take a car?" I asked. But Dante didn't answer me, at least not until five minutes later when he stepped out of the gas station with a now full bag.

"Cars attract attention. Besides you look like you need a good hike" he remarked as he continued down the road. He ripped open a pepperoni stick and took a big bit out of it.

A few more kilometers down we stopped dead in our tracks. Down the road was a large group of the undead. Considering it was night we must've not seen them. But they saw us.

"Shit" Dante mumbled grabbing his crossbow from his back and pointing it at the nearest walking Corpse.

"Can we take them?" I asked quickly pulling my pistol out from my side.

"Nah, we'll have to loose 'em in the woods. It'll take us off course, but it'll he worth it" he answered. He fired a arrow at the nearest zombie and retrieved it from the skull.

"Let's move!" I ordered leading me through the woods arrow in hand. We passed one undead wandering in the woods. Dante took it out with the tip of the arrow he was holding.

Thank God I found this guy.

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Dante and I are now walking over mountains with flat tops, its cold up here, cold enough for snow to fall from the sky, but not cold enough for it to stay on the ground. Dante was walking in front of me, his crossbow swung around his back, his pistol sticking out of his right boot. He got down on one knee aimed his crossbow ahead of him and pulled the trigger, killing a infected from fifty feet away.

He started walking over to the infected to retrieve the arrow (Dante is able to reuse them as long as they're not to far damaged) I often see Dante just starring at his arrows for hours at night.

This man's got a story to tell, but I think he'd rather not tell it. As Dante was walking over to retrieve the arrow he dropped something into the yellow grass, I walked over and picked up what he dropped. It was a thin black strapped necklace, with a slightly rusted sliver name Betty. 

"Betty?"  I asked.

He turned, as if that name caught his attention, he saw the necklace in my hand, and checked to see if he was still wearing it. he pointed his crossbow at me.

"Give it back!" he yelled.

I threw the necklace, over with my hands raised I answered

"Calm down man, you dropped it." 

"Don't touch my shit, you got that." he said putting the necklace back on and lowering his crossbow.

"Yeah, sorry." I answered