((Peter McCue continued from Some Fantastic
Fortunately for Peter, the last thing on his mind by now was the incident between himself and Max. He had literally no idea what he had done wrong; although for the longest time he was paranoid that he had been. The conversation that spiked with Katlin about the incident DEFINITELY a fun
"Peter? What happened back there? Between you and Max I mean."
"Huh?" His mind was most definitely not on the 'path' in front of him, if you could call it that. Normally, his orienteering skills would have come in handy, but the pair had no real destination in mind. There was no point in deciding where to go beyond avoiding danger zones; there was no safe place anywhere. They could be shot and killed wherever they went. And thankfully, just from memory of a glance at the map, The Key, Infirmary, and Mansion were absolutely nowhere near where they just fled from. So they had just been walking along the clearest cut path they could find. And honestly, that gave Peter time to think. He thought about a lot of things while he was wandering, from how he might possibly have a chance of escape, to his family, to his scout troop and his friends. Were Ridley and Luke still alive even? It had been three days by now, and he doubted that either of them had any wilderness skills.
"Oh. That..." His voice instantly sank upon realizing what he had been asked.
Before he could begin his small diatribe, she spoke again. "I just want to know what happened, what went on between the two of you. I mean, all I heard was the gunshot and then some shouting, I wasn't there for the entire thing. I'm glad I caught up to you two but..."
"It's okay. Honestly it was a massive misunderstanding." He sighed softly, thinking back to that morning. "He accidentally fired a shot. I'd been yelling at him all the night before to put the thing away, stop flashing it around like some movie cop; you heard me back in the tunnels. That gunshot ruined our chances of gaining more allies." He paused for a second. "Oh, yeah... There were a couple of people who were down in the logs, we were going to try and communicate with them, and see if we couldn't find more people like us. Either way... I told him to give me the gun. He flipped out, and started screaming something like "That was your plan all along, huh?" and looking around. I have no idea what happened, I honestly think he couldn't take the stress of what was going on. Not that I can blame him though, to be honest."
His voice was kind of weak thinking about the effect this... travesty was having on the people he saw every single day for the past four years. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
"I just don't know what to think about all of this and everyone here. I want to hope that everyone is like you, that no one wants to play this game, that everyone just wants to go home like us. But after that stuff this morning, after listening to that man..."
He couldn't say anything back to that. This was really fucked up. He wanted to believe that too, that everyone was just doing what they thought best to get home. Or they had just been unable to take the stress; like Max. But... Who knew? Some of his classmates really could have been just waiting for the opportunity to do something like this. A killer in disguise.
"Just don't think about that... He's probably trying to scare us. He wants to watch us all die..." He shook his head.
"I'm just... I'm just scared, Peter. I don't want to be here..."
"Trust me, I don't think any of us want to be here Katlin... And to be honest, I'm scared too."
That night the pair had stopped to rest. Peter finally took this as a ripe opportunity to consolidate all his shit
into one bag, and stop lugging around 65 pounds. As much as he was used to hiking with overweight bags (being small DID have it's major disadvantages), this was just plain ridiculous. However the next morning the pair had began to walk again; this time Peter's inventory much smaller, at max what could fit in the day pack. He kept his binoculars and his flint and steel, as well as a few smaller items and some changes of clothes. The first aid kits were combined, and while the day pack was bulky, it was still significantly more manageable than the full hiking bag. "One last comfortable night, huh?" He had offered Katlin his sleeping bag and sleeping pad that night, as he knew they needed to both be well rested and he was significantly more used to sleeping on the ground than she was.
The walk had been surprisingly quiet, and to keep himself occupied, Peter had spent the time identifying the local flora and fauna to himself. A few he had never seen before, but odds were they were nowhere near the United States. Probably off the coast of Australia, Argentina, or Chile actually. Japan had way too high of a set of relations with the US for this to happen anywhere near them, and they most definitely weren't near the US... Plus, Japan had tons of ships near their waters. Wait. It was still warm, and it was summer back in Minnesota... They had to be in some remote island in the Northern Pacific. There were just plain too many trade routes between Europe and the US to chance sticking them there.
"Hey, Peter? Did I ever tell you that I took Tae Kwon Do since I was young?"
That had come out of the blue. Again, his instant response was a quick "Hm?" as he was (welcomely for that matter) knocked out of his train of thought. "Oh, no you actually didn't. That's awesome!" His lips curled into a smile as he turned to look at her, looking her over quickly. Now that she mentioned it, she did seem to have the figure of a martial artist. Lithe, powerful, yet hiding it's true potential.
"Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that if something happened, I could defend myself, y'know? But I don't know if you could..."
He chuckled softly to himself. "I'd like to think I could."
"I mean, that's not to say you're not strong and that's not to say you couldn't protect me, it's just that I don't know if you have any advantages over these other people who have already killed. I mean, I don't even know if you have a weapon and yet everyone else..."
"No no, it's okay. I know exactly what you meant. I'd like to think my biggest advantage is my knowledge of the land." He forced a warm smile, trying not only to convince her that his survival skills would help, but honestly, he was trying to convince himself. Okay, sure. When they were hiding like caged rats, he could help her live off the land. But what the hell was he going to do with a gun point to his head; or worse, hers? He was by no stretch the best talker of his class, and he had no means of defending her.
However, her next action caught him more off guard than he had been this entire three days.
"Um... I want you to have this."
His head cocked to the side momentarily as he watched her rifle through her bag. When she extracted the sword from the depths of her belongings however and handed it to him, he was stunned.
So stunned that he had no idea how to react.
"I... Re-really? It's your weapon though. I don't want to..."
She cut him off.
"I trust you with it. I don't want it and... and I know you'll only do good with it. So, I want you to have it."
"T-Thanks." His cheeks flushed red as he gingerly took the sword, and carefully and methodically slid it through one of his belt loops. Thankfully only the tip was sharp, so he could safely hold the weapon in such a fashion. He had never wielded one before, but from watching fencing matches, it couldn't be that hard... could it?
There was a small building off in the distance. They had indeed glanced at the map during their last stop and determined heading to the sawmill was probably the best course of action. Heck, they might have even been able to make it by dusk! However seeing the small, dank building looming down in the valley that stood before them, his hopes were significantly lower than they had been when that decision had been made. Nothing about the building felt welcoming.
"Peter? Where are we now?"
"I think that's the Sawmill." Hope was more the word, but the illusion of certainty was a good thing.
The pair pressed on, for some reason Peter's heart sank harder the closer they got.
And what he saw when they entered the building was beyond sheer terror.
The pair in the building didn't seem to have noticed them yet. "Peter..."
Watching the girl knock her bow, directing it's wrath towards the boy that seemed so resolved to his fate, Peter quickly brought his hand to shield Katlin's eyes. He managed to just in time.
His jaw dropped as he watched another life pass. Just like that, in front of his eyes. The boy, one of his classmates now lay dead with an arrow in his neck. Katlin didn't need to see something so gruesome.
And now the girl was talking. Saying something that he couldn't hear. She looked so cold, so unmoved by the powerful action she had just made. Peter was terrified. Not for himself, but for Katlin. He placed his hand on hers, relishing the warmth that her touch brought as the one small spot of light in such a pained darkness. "C'mon... Why don't we just get out of here?" His eyes couldn't turn away from the scene. It was like a train wreck had just taken place right in front of him. He couldn't make himself move or look away. His chest felt heavy and silent tears began to fall; mourning the boy where Samantha had not.