Alpha's Hunt - Chapter 32
23-07-25 (05:17)
32. I really hate weeds
The forest is getting thicker.
In fact, it's so thick that there's barely room for
walking. The vines are heavy and thick like a maiden's
wet hair after a bath.
"I feel like I'm walking on snakes," I mutter under my
breath
Luke had to take out a sharp dagger and cut down the
vines hanging in our path, and the fall to the ground
like green snakes.
We seldom talk during our travel, partially because
Luke is as talkative as a rock, partially because I don't
want to fall in this forestry and I have to focus on my
movements.
I look up at the sky, only to have my vision obscured
by thick branches and leaves. I cant see a thing.
"What time is it?" I ask Luke, starting after him again
"Almost 7 in the evening," he replies, effortlessly
cutting through the vines
"Almost 7?" my eyes widen "No wonder I feel like my
legs are made of jelly!"
"You want to camp here?"
I look around the suffocating -environment and speed
up to fall in step besides him "What do you suggest
then?"
"I suggest we go on until we find a place capable of
staying at."
"And how long until we reach that place?" I ask
"As flattering as it is that you think I know everything,"
Luke casts me a cool glance from the corner of his
eyes "I don't."
"You've disappointed me beyond measure."
My humor is greeted by silence.
"Well, then check that cursed map of yours," I say,
ducking a freshly cut stack of vines as they drop
"That cursed piece of paper is our biggest weapon."
Luke says, making no move to go through his bag
"Forgive me for my ignorance, I should respect thy
sacred map," I say in a gravely voice "What does thy
sacred map show, Sire Luke?"
"It shows something wet," Luke says "and slimy."
I only have a moment to catch the meaning behind his
words when he stops and I almost fall into the swamp
ahead.
Hurriedly steadying myself, I assess the swamp that
stretches to at least the next fifteen feet.
Luke snaps a branch from a nearby tree and bends
down, to dip it into the swamp.
I realize what he's doing and my nose crinkles "I really
don't want to wade through it."
"As good as that sounds, we cant do that." Luke says,
letting the branch be completely sucked up by the
swamp "It's pretty deep."
Pursing my lips, I let my gaze wander. Only a moment
later, I look up at the towering trees.
"We can use a fallen tree as a bridge," I say
"I doubt our luck can provide us that," Luke says,
getting up "We'll have to help ourselves."
"Luke, not that I doubt you, but," I say and pat the
truck of a tree "I don't think you dagger can cut
through this in less than a millennium."
He lets the bag and dagger drop, with a roll of his
shoulders, he asses the tree I just patted.
"I don't need a dagger for this, Hazel." Luke says,
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