Things were tense , spears gripped tightly as the journey up the mountain was lead in either uncomfortable silence or small argument.

Ralph and Jack had been having issues ever since the start of this bloody journey , hell , the second they met eyes they practically hated one another.

Jack frowned , his lips curled to a snarl as Ralph and him argued on either going back to the camp or hunting the beast and focusing on the fire. The damn beast that didn’t exist , yet everyone was adamant on creating in their minds.

“ I’m going to hunt the beast. Now. “

Merridew turned fiercely to the other hunters/choir and Ralph , his voice more of a demand then a question as he spoke in a almost daring tone,

“ Coming? “