Part 42: Moving Out
John held onto the shirt with his teeth and continued to saw the sleeve off. One he cut it free, he dumped it on a nearby pile of clothing. Then he handed the machete back to McKay. As he was putting on the sleeveless shirt, Taylor walked by noticing the change in a apparel. “What is he doing?” she asked.
“He’s going native.” McKay smirked.
“It’s necessary. I am already burning up as it is.” John smiled, butting the sleeveless shirt.
John hoisted up his quiver and placed it across his body. McKay handed him a bottled water which he quickly dumped into his quiver. He had no other place to carry it. Then Seth and Brendon came up to the group. “Mr. McKay?” asked Seth.
“Yeah, kid?” the Australian responded.
“Me and Brendon wanted to volunteer to get water today.”
“Fantastic!” McKay patted him on the shoulder, “I’ll gather up all the empty bottles for ya and point you into the right direction.”
As McKay gathered up the bottles into the backpack, John walked over to the two young men. “Thanks for contributing, guys,” he smiled, “Our being marooned here isn’t going to work unless we all help each other.”
“Agreed,” Brendon bowed.
Then Mia came over. She had changed her clothing into shorts, hiking boots and a bandana around her head, plus a backpack. John then picked up a bottled water, giving it to her. “Mia, what are you doing?” Seth was curious.
“I am joining John on his hike up through the valley.” She pointed into the jungle.
“Be safe.” Brendon smiled.
“Oh, I am traveling with the Dead Eye shot here.” The Lakota girl laughed, “It’s you two who should be safe.”
“Oh, please. You may have Robin Hood but I go my own ronin right here.” Seth patted Brendon on the shoulder.
“Regardless, watch each other’s back,” John told the younger crew, “You guys are going to get water, nothing more. Don’t stray from the path McKay may. Hopefully Big Bad Polar Bear died from the wounds I gave him but we don’t know. And above all else, if you see anything strange or hear anything strange, I want you to tell me about it when you get back.”
“Define Strange?” Seth said, confused.
“Seth, just do what John says, Okay?” Mia shrugged.
“All right, fine. Whatever.”
The two younger men accepted the backpacks from McKay and followed him to the section of the jungle where he laid out a path. John then looked to Mia, “You ready?”
“You bet.” She smiled.
“Perhaps you should go alone, stud.” Someone said behind him.
John turned around to see Cecil lighting up a cigarette. The archer sneered at him but was not about to let his anger get the better of him. This was the same scumbag who was talking about killing Tony to preserve food. “Why would I need to go alone, Sawyer?” asked John.
“It’s pretty dangerous out there, we’ve already determine that,” he smirked, “Perhaps it would be better if the young thang there didn’t get killed while you are out explorering.”
“Excuse me?” Mia retorted, “I am twenty years old and I can make my own decisions. I am going out there with him.”
“Suit yourself.” Cecil smiled, “Anything you want us to tell your folks when you don’t come back alive?”
“If you are so concerned about her safety, Mr. Sawyer,” Tony then emerged from the tent, “Then why don’t you go with them?”
“Now why the hell would I want to do that?” the old man coughed.
“Safety in numbers. Historical fact,” the blind doctor smiled.
Cecil was upset that Tony made a valid point that he couldn’t deny. He wanted Mia to stay for other reasons but he wasn’t about to reveal them. He said nothing. The old man simply threw his cigarette into the fire and proceeding to walk toward the jungle. Due to Tony’s statement, Natasha and Martin decided to join the trek to the valley as well. John then walked over to his blind friend. “It’s good to see you on your feet.” He smiled.
“Believe me, it’s good to be standing,” he coughed.
“How do you feel?”
“Like crap but that is to be expected. Anyway, good luck out there and if the polar bear attacks, shove Cecil toward it and take off.”
John chuckled, patting Tony on the shoulder. The blind man gave his archer friend a pat on the arm as well. As the group came out, Marita joined Tony holding him by the arm. They all hoped that searching the valley for supplies wouldn’t be necessary but until the rescue boat arrived, they had to do what was necessary to survive.
Whatever was necessary.
“He’s going native.” McKay smirked.
“It’s necessary. I am already burning up as it is.” John smiled, butting the sleeveless shirt.
John hoisted up his quiver and placed it across his body. McKay handed him a bottled water which he quickly dumped into his quiver. He had no other place to carry it. Then Seth and Brendon came up to the group. “Mr. McKay?” asked Seth.
“Yeah, kid?” the Australian responded.
“Me and Brendon wanted to volunteer to get water today.”
“Fantastic!” McKay patted him on the shoulder, “I’ll gather up all the empty bottles for ya and point you into the right direction.”
As McKay gathered up the bottles into the backpack, John walked over to the two young men. “Thanks for contributing, guys,” he smiled, “Our being marooned here isn’t going to work unless we all help each other.”
“Agreed,” Brendon bowed.
Then Mia came over. She had changed her clothing into shorts, hiking boots and a bandana around her head, plus a backpack. John then picked up a bottled water, giving it to her. “Mia, what are you doing?” Seth was curious.
“I am joining John on his hike up through the valley.” She pointed into the jungle.
“Be safe.” Brendon smiled.
“Oh, I am traveling with the Dead Eye shot here.” The Lakota girl laughed, “It’s you two who should be safe.”
“Oh, please. You may have Robin Hood but I go my own ronin right here.” Seth patted Brendon on the shoulder.
“Regardless, watch each other’s back,” John told the younger crew, “You guys are going to get water, nothing more. Don’t stray from the path McKay may. Hopefully Big Bad Polar Bear died from the wounds I gave him but we don’t know. And above all else, if you see anything strange or hear anything strange, I want you to tell me about it when you get back.”
“Define Strange?” Seth said, confused.
“Seth, just do what John says, Okay?” Mia shrugged.
“All right, fine. Whatever.”
The two younger men accepted the backpacks from McKay and followed him to the section of the jungle where he laid out a path. John then looked to Mia, “You ready?”
“You bet.” She smiled.
“Perhaps you should go alone, stud.” Someone said behind him.
John turned around to see Cecil lighting up a cigarette. The archer sneered at him but was not about to let his anger get the better of him. This was the same scumbag who was talking about killing Tony to preserve food. “Why would I need to go alone, Sawyer?” asked John.
“It’s pretty dangerous out there, we’ve already determine that,” he smirked, “Perhaps it would be better if the young thang there didn’t get killed while you are out explorering.”
“Excuse me?” Mia retorted, “I am twenty years old and I can make my own decisions. I am going out there with him.”
“Suit yourself.” Cecil smiled, “Anything you want us to tell your folks when you don’t come back alive?”
“If you are so concerned about her safety, Mr. Sawyer,” Tony then emerged from the tent, “Then why don’t you go with them?”
“Now why the hell would I want to do that?” the old man coughed.
“Safety in numbers. Historical fact,” the blind doctor smiled.
Cecil was upset that Tony made a valid point that he couldn’t deny. He wanted Mia to stay for other reasons but he wasn’t about to reveal them. He said nothing. The old man simply threw his cigarette into the fire and proceeding to walk toward the jungle. Due to Tony’s statement, Natasha and Martin decided to join the trek to the valley as well. John then walked over to his blind friend. “It’s good to see you on your feet.” He smiled.
“Believe me, it’s good to be standing,” he coughed.
“How do you feel?”
“Like crap but that is to be expected. Anyway, good luck out there and if the polar bear attacks, shove Cecil toward it and take off.”
John chuckled, patting Tony on the shoulder. The blind man gave his archer friend a pat on the arm as well. As the group came out, Marita joined Tony holding him by the arm. They all hoped that searching the valley for supplies wouldn’t be necessary but until the rescue boat arrived, they had to do what was necessary to survive.
Whatever was necessary.
posted by Jason | 10:47 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home