Chapter 8
291 Words
"What is this?", A voice asked, walking down by the lake.
He walked up to the dead deer the Ray ate. He picked at it. More footsteps were heard, but he was alone. He stood up pulling out his bat and swung it. It hit one of his buddies cheek.
"Ow dude," a young man whimpered.
The older man the accidentally hit his brother. He squeezed his nose bridge in frustration. He looked back up.
"Oliver, what does that deep look to you?", the man asked.
Oliver looked at the deer carcass. He shrugged.
"Maybe some walkers got to it, Cree," Oliver said.
"If walkers got to it, they would've eaten it alive and whole. This one was killed first, then eaten only a part of it," Cree explained.
"Oh," Oliver said, looking down.
"Was there a campfire that made have been the intruder might have used in this area?",
Oliver looked around in the bushes and trees, but saw no sign of anybody.
"I don't see anything, Cree," Oliver said.
Cree looked at him, then started to walk down the path that leads into town. Oliver followed him. He was close behind him. They got into town. They heard a door open. They quickly hid behind a car.
They saw four people come out of a building. One was a big muscular man, one was a pregnant woman, one was a twelve year old girl, and the last one was pale looking boy. They watched them. They had guns.
"Cree, they have shotguns and rifles," Oliver whispered.
"I can see that," Cree whispered.
"Well, what do we do," Oliver whispered the question.
"We follow them until it's the right time to snatch their guns," Cree explained.
"Oh, okay," Oliver said.
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