Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ~~

"Where do we go from here?"

It was the question that had been playing on all of our minds since everything settled down. Where were we to go from here? We didn't have anywhere.

"We have a place. Well, I mean, we did. Not sure if it's still standing or not." Dan spoke, twisting his pocket knife in the dirt, sitting cross-legged on the ground mulling through his thoughts.

"Where? Is it far from here?" Ken asked eagerly, obviously wanting some well deserved rest.

Phil had been around us all by now and had patched up what he could. There were some things though that couldn't be saved. I looked to the bandage firmly wrapped around Ken's face and took a sharp breath in, awaiting Dan's reply on the matter at hand.

"I'm not quite sure. I mean, we were dropped off a few kilometres from where we found the Jeep when we met you guys."

"Dropped off? By who?"

"Some guys we used to call our friends. They apparently didn't have the supplies to keep all four of us going anymore, so they dropped me and Phil off at the nearest available convenience."

"Sorry to hear it." I spoke, drawing a pin prick of attention from the brown haired man.

"All good. I mean, if they were willing to leave us in the end, it was for the better anyway. Can't sleep aside someone you can't trust right?"

"Right."

Ken felt around the area on his face where his once perfectly working eye used to be, and prodded ever so gently at the bandage.

"Don't touch it, you'll enflame it." Phil warned.

"What's that mean?"

"It'll hurt like hell."

"Oh, okay."

He dropped his hand, entwining it with his other. There was blood splattered around his shoes and down the front of his shirt that looked like it was once white.

Ken never used to be this quiet. He was always loud and cracking jokes much as I was, but I guess I can't hold his change against him if the same thing occurred to me as well.

"So the safe house, how far had you guys driven before they dropped you off?"

"About an hour, it wasn't too much further up the road you guys were travelling along actually. I could point out familiar roads and turns if you guys are interested?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." I spoke, earning a nod and a restless Phil to stand and pace for a moment.

"We need a grave."

"What?"

A grave? He must have meant for TJ.

"She needs a proper burial."

I looked at the ground for a moment contemplating his thought. I then looked to Dan, but his eyes held my gaze as if to say that yes, Phil needed this.

"Okay, anyone know where there might be a shovel?"

"TJ would have." Cry commented.

"I just think that, if she was willing to fight by our sides, then she deserves it, you know?"

"I understand, Phil. Trust me, I do." I smiled at him upon finishing my sentence and then looked around.

"We may not have the tools to dig, so maybe we should do something with all these rocks? Make a grave that way?"