Lost in the Game. A Wade, Patrick and Jp story.

To Real

Wade leaned his head against the peace of wood he stuck at the top of Mollys grave. His body shook as he tried to hold back sobs but failed as tears fell down his face, falling to the earth and sinking into the grave. His biggest fear had happened and he couldn't do anything. The way she looked when he had cleared the leaves was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. So much fear in her eyes and her body.....

"Wade..." Wade glanced behind him and saw Patrick and JP standing there with there eyes cast down. JPs eyes were blood shot from crying and he couldn't look at the grave. He hadn't seen Gars body so it didn't really hit him that all this was real but when he chanced after Wade and Patrick no one had stoped him from seeing Mollys body. Reality crashed into JP all at once and he broke. His friends were really dead and he could of stoped it.

"We were thinking that maybe you should go back to the trailer and JP and I will go hunting." Patrick laid a hand on JPs shoulder for reassurance as he spoke. Patrick wanted to brake down to. Another person he cared about was dead and they were no closer to killing the monsters. But he needed to stay strong for his friends right now more than ever. Wade turned his attention back to the grave.

"No.... this needs to end. First we'll kill these things then.... we'll kill who ever is behind this." Wades voice had gotten hard and dark. He turned back around to face his friends. For a moment they said nothing then they slowly nodded. Wade wiped his eyes and picked up his gun.

"They are hiding in their caves. We need to find it and finish this." He started into the woods with his gun swigged over his shoulder.

"Why don't we use the tracking instead of trying to kill it. They always try to run back to their cave so let's follow them. Even if they get away we will know where they live." Patrick said catching up. Wade nodded in agreement. JP didn't speak as he walked beside Wade. Wade glanced at him then swung his arm around his shoulders.

"JP.... I need you right now. When this is over we will have a proper funeral for them and we will greave but right now let's take these things." JP listened then took a breath.

"Ok."

"Good. Thank you. Now let's finish this."

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The two beasts sat in front of each other silently talking in there own language. The dark black red one grumbled as it wrapped leaves around a wound on the green one. The other laughed and scratched the back of its head. When the red one finished it flopped back down with a grunt and hit the back of the green ones head. The green one rolled his eyes while grabbing up a broken rock and making marks into the rock of the cave. The red one got up and slowly walked to the mouth of the cave. It wasn't long before the green one grunted for the others attention. When he turned he saw the mossy beast pointing to two pictures he had made with the rock. The green one laughed, proud of his creations. The dark red one rolled its eyes but smiled. The first image was a box with a smile and arms. The other was an eyeball.