((Nathan Choultard continued from Never Take Friendship Personal
Nathan's heart sunk when he first heard the announcement. The escape had failed. Everyone that had made it onto the boats, had died. Feelings of relief, and fear mixed in within his mind. He had survived, if only by sheer luck because he followed Jason. But now, they were going towards the belly of the beast.
And now, there was no escape to run back to.
It had finally occured to him that his body was aching. Running for miles upon miles was taking it's toll on his legs. He felt as if for the past week and a half had aged him considerably. He still looked eighteen, but inside he felt like an old man. His feet were throbbing and they struggled to gain footing on the slick grass.
Jason was a few steps ahead of him, apparently he still had the energy to keep going. Either that or he had decided that Brook may provide a way to end it all. At this point, Nathan just didn't know what to think of that.
So why was he still searching for Brook? Was it a death wish? The thought made Nathan's face twist in a grimace. Maybe it was.
And yet still he followed.
Maybe it was the knowledge that he was almost in the halls of celebrity in which all the killers of the island found themselves. If he wasn't a terrible shot, Jason would have end up dead. And then Jason had forgiven him. Somehow, he found it in himself to forgive him.
Maybe he still had a debt to repay.
Nathan heard a voice in the distance. It was still fuzzy, but it was a man's voice, that much he knew. Jason had quickly pulled up his gun and pushed on. Nathan gulped and skulked through the forest towards the voice. As he stepped closer, his nostrils were assaulted with a foul cocktail of smells. Blood, piss, shit, and a million other disgusting scents he couldn't describe snuck into his nose and stalled his movement. It took every fibre in his body to restrain his gag reflex.
He draped his hands over his mouth and nose, but even that couldn't stem the tide of smells. A gunshot rung out and instinct took over, Nathan rushed over to the nearest tree to hide. There was a clearing behind the tree and curiosity had taken over. He shuffled his head, to get a quick glimpse.
He wished he hadn't. All he could see was bodies. Pools of blood staining the green grass, and scattered corpses littering the forest floor.
Nathan whiped back into hiding and prayed that he wasn't seen. Even if it wasn't Brook that did all that. They were in the prescence of a killer.
They shouldn't have come.