As soon as Farai started to walk, Spot took a step as well, and within a few seconds, she was a head of him; her eyes followed Nikki as she climbed through the trees with amazement. To be completely honest with herself, Spot was partially glad to have Nikki with her- no matter how much her stomach deceived her eyes. Nikki had good speed and was limber enough to move throughout the canopy, able to see whatâs coming as well as lead the way; it was nice- in an annoying and obnoxious way.
They walked continuously, and after so long, Spot would lose her bet with herself; surprisingly, Farai kept up without much stopping. After a couple of yards or so, she would change the position to where she thought heâd collapsed to a new and further position; before losing once more and repeating the game. It kept her entertained as well as her mind off of her growing hunger and fatigue; which lurked in her stomach and clawed at her abdomen, begging to be fed. Every once and a while, Spot would pick up the pace, hoping to keep the two from hearing her stomach growl.
Even though it seemed like hours of walking, the silence that lied between the three was nice; each time theyâd slow down, Spot was able to doze off once and while and awaken when theyâd pick up the pace. The cool, fall breeze would dance against her cheeks, and for a moment, she felt at ease as well as feeling as if she was by herself. Yet, it would all disappear when Farai would occasionally trip on a root or when Nikki would occasionally slow down enough to the point to make the trees rattle; still, even though she wasnât by herself, it was nice.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the least expected person to break it; Farai. "Wonderfulweatherwearehaving! He spoke so instantly, randomly and loudly, that it caused Spot to perk her ears and nearly fall over; obviously startling her. She had to fight the urge to cut off his tail and leave him stranded at the moment, but that feeling soon drained out of her body at his follow up sentence. "Sssso...Wonderful weather we are having...Wouldn't you two agree?" She could sense the slight tremble in his voice; he was cold.
Her brows rose at him before she silently turned back around; for now, letting him go without giving him a âscoldingâ. Spot released a slight sigh as she looked up, through the trees and at the clear beautiful sky, which was now stained by the colors of dusk approaching; she couldnât stop herself from breathing into the air, taking in the scent of autumn. Spotâs mind began to go through various things, memories, and emotions; every single one of them conflicting with each other. Finally, after what seemed a while of being emerged in deep thought, one thing came to mind and floated at the top of her head for nearly the rest of the time they walked; was there a point to life if you could never be free?
Perhaps, maybe it was the fact that sheâd be hunted until she died; either way, she will die at the hands of those who made her- right? Either die from them or die trying to get away from them. Donât get Spot wrong, sheâd love to live another day; but what is there left to live? Her eyes trailed over towards Farai and Nikki, eying them both for a while before returning them to ahead of her. There they were, a bunch of rag tag mutants that will never get accepted into society; and yet, they fight for their lives. What will they be able to do if they somehow become free from the governmentâs grasp? Live in the forest? Or interact with the animals?
Her thoughts rolled in her head, causing her to slow down a bit, but still keep up with everyone. Spot wanted to live; but for what reason or benefit that would bring her, was a question, she could not answer. Not just her, but she doubt that anyone knew the answer.
After what seemed like a few more hours, they finally stopped and reached to where Loviâs group was. Spot had fell to the end of the three, her thoughts still circulating within her head; luckily, the groupâs voices that she had heard, brought her back to earth. "Ehem...I sssee that your busssy...I'll jusst go get sssome fire wood...â The voice of Farai speaking the lines made her wonder what was going on to make him leave; she watched him head to the edge of the forest before seeing the same sight as he did.
Lovi was licking Bleuâs leg; or, more like thigh. Still, Spot could not understand what had made Farai leave, but she didnât care much. He was already odd and solitary, so she didnât bother much about him. Spot leaned against the tree, stretching out her sore and rusty limbs that popped with each stretched. A shiver ran down her back as she lifted her arms, her ears perking up at Bleuâs words. "I need a long, wide, and flat piece of bark."
For a few seconds, Spot said nothing, but after a few more seconds, she finally raised her hand in the air. âIâll go get it.â She said bluntly, her hand midway in the air. Of course, to anyone who hadnât known Spot wouldâve thought it was a gesture of kindness, but to those who knew her, knew she was scheming something- and she was.
Before anyone could reply, Spot turned on her heels, holding her hands up in the air as she spoke, âIâm going to get it. I wonât go any further than a few yards.â With that, she bounced out of sight, on her fours as she weaved through the trees. Once she was out of sight, hidden from all of the trees, she growled slightly; her eyes catching every amount of movement there was.
Spot suddenly fell onto the ground, her arms spread out as she took a slight rest; she was hoping that since they thought that she was out running an errand to get Bleu her bark, theyâd keep her from doing any other strenuous and annoying chores- as long as she took her time. Though, after about five minutes of doing nothing but lying on the ground, Spot got up and walked over towards a tree, feeling the grooves with her hands.
She even had the odd urge to smell it; which she did before she ripped it off of the tree. The bark was flat and almost perfect for Bleu to use as a cast; though, it wasnât long before something else caught her eyes- a squirrel. Spot looked carefully in the trees, staring the brown, plump squirrel as it ate its nuts, unknowing that it was being eyed at. Oh how tasty it looked.
Before Spot could think about another thing, she instantly dropped the bark and lunged her body up and into the tree; the squirrel paused before dropping his nut and ran along the tree branches. The tree branches rattled, as the squirrel jumped from branch to branch, following Spot as she charged after it. Finally, Spot extended her hands out in front of her and thwaked the squirrel from the branches, soon pouncing on it before it could hit the ground.
Within seconds, the squirrel was hers; it hung in her mouth before she dropped it into her hands, walking towards the flat bark that was going to be used for Bleuâs leg. She stood still, ripping the fur off and spitting it onto the ground with her mouth until the squirrel looked more like a rat than a squirrel. The body was still warm and she could feel the blood still pulsating inside the small, lifeless body; ah, how wonderful it smelt.
Should she take it to the others so they can split it? With that thought soon exiting her mind, Spot took a bite of the small body; the meat was nice and soft and tasted simply wonderful. She started to walk back, the squirrel nearly gone as she made her sight within the camp. âI found food!â She bluntly said, raising the nearly gone carcass up in the air.