bleeding blue | part twenty preview (super spoilery)
You land hard, dirt flying into your mouth and the heat of his touch dissipating. Immediately, Ghost bolts.
It takes a moment to register what you've just heard. It's Blue— screaming. The realization pulls you to your feet and you break out into a sprint behind him, stumbling over a step to grab the knife from your ankle as a string of swears flies under your breath. Shit, shit, shit.
Tall grasses swipe at your calves. The scream is followed by voices that you can barely make out, but one of them is definitely Blue.
Visitors.
The human kind.
Your muscles draw rigid in anticipation. Already, your mind races as you quickly cut through the thicket of trees. Neither you nor Ghost have anything other than a knife; morning practice is one of the few times you leave your bow behind. If they are looking for a fight, he will have to hold them off long enough for you to retrieve the weapons from the cabin, but even in your panicked state, the plan sounds flimsy.
Ghost is meters ahead of you. You squint hard past his broad form as you approach the camp's clearing, and the voices grow clearer.
"Don't try anything funny or I-I will blow your heads off!"
Grizzled and calm: "We're not here to hurt you. We're friends of your dad. Is he around?"
"My-my dad? He... he doesn't have any friends!"
