((Natali Greer and Kyran Dean continued from Septic
Natali didn’t know how long she’d been walking. More accurately, she didn’t how long Kyran had been walking, carrying her. Regardless of how long it was taking, walking through trees and more trees, trying to steer clear of wannabe murderers that might have been lurking in the trees and bushes, until finally they came across hills and then more hills. However, there was one absolute constant during their whole journey here.
The utter silence that passed between the two of them.
On her part, she wasn’t exactly sure what she could tell Kyran. What, sorry for being such a bitch? Thanks for not leaving me in the woods because I couldn't really walk? Was there really anything she could say that would make the situation less awkward? She hated silence, she really did, but that didn't mean she was going to fill the place up with useless words or whatever. If she annoyed him, she might be left, a girl with a screwed-up leg in the forest with only her bag and a gun. At least the gun was there. That was important, even if holding it still gave her goosebumps. Still, they continued to trudge through, Natali holding her duffel in her lap because she wasn't sure where else she could put it, and so they continued walking, trying to look for any sign of Kris.
She didn't really know the other girl, and the short time she had spent with here wasn't pleasant. But in any case, she wasn't exactly in a position to make decisions like that, and so she was carried on this wild goose-chase, trying to look for a blonde figure through the tall trees. A hopeless one, really, but she was pretty sure the guy holding her wasn't going to appreciate that opinion. But, eh. If he wasn't trying to kill her, she was pretty cool with it all. Still kind of a jerk, but at least he wasn't a murderous one. Could she really ask for more?
It was as she mused about the benefits of this that she spotted a structure in the distance, an almost strange sight standing up, above all of the hills that surrounded it, a far cry from the trees that had earlier entirely surrounded her, or even the showers she had fled from. She involuntarily shuddered at that thought, trying not to think of Blaine or Simon. She got out alive, didn't she? Wasn't that what mattered? Couldn't they just go up and rest in that cabin? Have a bit of time for her leg to heal, get everything in order? Put on her actual running shoes? Yeah, it was going to be amazing.
Unfortunately, that was when she heard the gunshots, and that was when her eyes widened.
Turning to Kyran, she looked up in surprise.
"You know what? We should probably get out of this place while we can. Like, right now."
She wasn't going to stay here to get shot. She had way too many close calls with crazy people already, and she had no plans on having another one anytime soon.