Snippet #1573213

"Well, this is a lively bunch..." Spike says to himself, looking around at everyone to see if there are anymore volunteers. He notices one girl, he thought ht heard her calling herself Alice, or maybe Ashley, pull the slug out of the leg of the man who kept sounding like he was trying to boss everyone around. That made him smile. "So, Arthur and Lilly, right?" He asks, turning back to the two close to him, whom he would accompany into the woods to get some firewood, "I think we should head out, I don't see anyone else volunteering, and if they change their mind it's not like we'll be going too far...right?"

For some reason he got that feeling like the last one to join their group, the thin looking guy leaning up against a tree, would like to go with them, but to be honest he looked like he might be catching a cold, and he he was still moving as slowly as before it might not be a great idea. Though he wouldn't stop him from tagging along. He wasn't a leader type, and he didn't want to be. Whenever he was in charge something bad always happened...

Once everyone else was ready Spike walked with the little group off into the woods, making sure they moved away from the baddies back at the secret hellhole, as he was calling it now. It was hard to tell where they were just from the trees, partly because in this light he couldn't tell what kind they were, and partly because he had no reference point. For his comic cooks, if he needed to draw a forest he'd look at this little field guide his father had given him, which gave detailed descriptions of all sorts of trees and told where they could be found. Wish I still had that book...and a light of some sort, He thinks to himself as he begins to gather up the occasional dead branch here or there. whenever we do get to town, the first thing I want is some blank paper and a pencil, and maybe some colored pencils as well...this would make a hell of a story....

"So...um...anyone else notice anything...strange about themselves now?" Spike asks a few moments later, trying to clear his mind so he wouldn't think about the fact that he probably missed his last chance of making it big as a comic book artist.