Mercy // Far Cry 5

Moving On

It was light now and you glanced over to John, seeing him writhe around slightly, mumbling something in his sleep. You thought your heard him say his brothers' names, but kept that to yourself. Eventually he awoke, rather sweaty and unsure of where he was.

"Where am I? What's going on?" he asks, pulling at the bear pelt blanket that was wrapped around him.

You moved over to him without much effort, pressing a handmade knife made out of animal bone to his throat. "Relax, or you'll make those wounds bleed again." you utter.

"Is the knife necessary?" he asks, shying away from the blade.

"Why yes, just because I saved you, doesn't mean I actually like you. Remember?"

"Then what do you want from me?"

"That's none of your business. But, here's the plan: I walk you to the nearest cult roadblock, hand you over... semi-unharmed, and then you run along with your followers and let me live in peace. Got it?" you move the knife away from him.

"Sure, whatever."

"Peachy-keen. Can you walk?" you spoke. He nods, and you grab the blanket before hauling him to his feet. He noticed his wrists were tied, brushing it off for now.

"How long was I asleep?" John asks as she led him through the woods.

"Eighteen hours, and you were even out when a grizzly attacked the camp. Made short work of it, and that's where that blanket came from." you grin. He said nothing, letting you guide him over the terrain. He suddenly stops, glancing around.

"I think I know where we are, my ranch is around here somewhere."

"You mean a cult outpost. I said roadblock, not a place crawling with Peggies. I'll be turned into Swiss cheese with those mounted guns before I even reach the tree line." you growl.

John chuckles, it made your skin crawl. "You're with me, and you'll be fine. Besides, I think it's my turn to return the hospitality you showed me."

"And it'll end how? A bullet, being bled like a stuck pig, or worse: turned into one of those cultists drugged out on Bliss, those Angels?"

"You look like you could use a good meal, and a shower. No offence, sweetheart, but you smell like a dead bear's ass." He was taunting you now, just by the sound of his voice.

"Fine, but this isn't me trusting you, you screw me over and I'll.. I'll.. I'll figure something out before I'm dead." you hiss.

"You done?"

"Lead on, creep."