Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ~~

The sun began to silently rise as did the men still lying around the cold ashes that were once a heated flame. I slid my fingers through Mark's hair, detangling it with every sweep. Cry sat up straight, stretching his arms as much as his previously dislocated shoulder would allow.

"Morning," he whispered softly, a grunt of morning sleep passing his words as they left.

"So it is," I chuckled, still shifting the hair around Mark's head.

Cry silently stood and began to walk off into the trees. He didn't take anything with him, he was just leaving?

"Where you off to?"

He stopped still and then turned to face me, a smile plastered against his face.

"I'm going to take a piss. Did you want to join me or something?"

We both laughed before I pulled up the machete I'd had at my side all light, and threw it towards the curly haired man. Cry jumped back at my sudden action and shot me a questionably worried look, the blade now wedged between the fibres of the tree behind him a metre or so.

"What the fuck was that for!" he whisper shouted in my direction, gesturing to the large knife in the tree.

"You weren't going to go out there without protection were you?"

A look of realization swept over him, and he chuckled once again, pulling the knife from the dented lumber and flipping it around in his grasp before nodding and walking off into the darkness that was the forest of tall standing trees.

Silence fell over the campsite again, nothing but the sounds of either breathing or Phil shifting in Dan's lap. I guess we could have slept in the truck, but I think we all felt as though we should have been out here with them, at least one more night. It was only right.

I looked over at Dan to see him running his hand over Phil's back, the blue eyed man shifting uncomfortably against the hard ground and Dan's legs. He looked like he was having a nightmare.

"Is he okay?"

Dan nodded, not once taking his eyes from him. He just continued to try and sooth his sleeping friend.

"How did you two meet?"

I'm not sure why I asked, but I did. I guess it had been playing on my mind a little, but I really did want to know. I didn't really know much about either of them at all. Sure, I know that Dan's a friendly guy, and Phil went to medical school but what else was there to these two?

"At a train station."

"Really? What happened?"

Dan was about to answer before Phil shot up, breathing heavily and visibly shaking.

"Hey! Hey... Shhh it's okay. You're okay. I'm here," Dan soothed Phil as tears streamed down his face.

"D-Dan...?"

"It's okay... I'm right here..."

I'd never taken Phil for the nightmare type. I mean sure, we all have them, but I'd never actually seen someone shoot up after being sound asleep.

Phil settled back into Dan's chest, and the two of them fell silent, the only sound I could hear of them was Dan whispering softly too him, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.

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Once everyone was up and awake after Cry's return, we all decided that we were starving. We hadn't eaten in a while, well, actually, I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. It had to have been ages ago.