Hunter and the Hunted (Septiplier)

~~ CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN ~~

The truck was closed and locked before I started the engine, the vehicle roaring to life and rumbling with each stroke of the engine. The pistons working together as I put it into drive, dropped the handbrake and began to accelerate. It ran smooth.

Cry and Ken were sat in the Jeep, following behind us as we departed the hell hole we would leave our friends at. Their memory though, packed away with us.

I'd decided to drive the truck, and much like the trip here in the Jeep, Dan was sitting by my side ready to point out directions.

"So you know where were going right?"

"No."

"You're joking?"

"Yeah, haha. Don't worry. Phil and I traced it back on the map. Once we reach the area where these guys found us, I'll give you directions."

I nodded and turned right up the road Dan and I had been sitting at just a mere day or two ago. The scenery really was something though. The trees on either side beginning to thin out as we furthered closer to the plains we had set up camp next to, days ago. The ground littered with rocks and leaves and everything else you might find on the forest floor. The soft rumble of the engine and the light jitter of the tires on the gravel road were calming, so much so that when the animal in front of me began to cross the road, I didn't notice it until it was right in front of me.

"Fuck!" I yelled as a thump was heard on the front bulbar.

"What the hell was that?" Dan called from beside me, pulling himself forwards to try and get a better look around, the sound of screeching tires behind us and a slight tap against the back.

"Shit."

I put the truck in park and pulled the handbrake on before shuffling out of the driver's seat and pulling open the side door. The jeep was sat behind us, both Cry and Ken getting out as well to try and find out what had just happened.

"What was that?" Cry asked, gesturing to the parked truck with the car sitting right on its ass.

"Yeah sorry, I don't know. I hit something."

"And you decided to get out? It was probably just dead Jack."

Mark stepped out through the front door next with Dan hot on his heels.

"Did you see what it was?" Dan asked, moving towards the front of the truck, kneeling to get a better look under it.

"It didn't look like dead, it looked like a dog."

Ken looked at me sceptically before he too moved to the front to take a closer look. Mark and myself walked towards the back with Cry, assessing the damaged caused, but there was next to nothing, just a little paint scratched from the back of the larger vehicle and a small dent in the bumper bar.

"Should be fine," I laughed before I heard Ken speak.

"What the fuck is this??"

The three of us turned to see Dan and Ken dragging something out from around one of the front wheels. I knew exactly what that was.

"Get away from it now!" I yelled.

Almost instantly after I'd spoken the dog jumped up in front of them and snapped at Ken's face, missing him be no more than half a centimetre.

"What the fuck??"

Dan jumped backwards dragging Ken with him, the bearded man reaching behind him and pulling a knife.

Ken slashed at the creature. Perhaps they hadn't seen one before. It looked almost identical to the one that Mark and I had come across back in the city.