Pushing Himself

They started walking forward in unison, slowly closing the gaps between each other as they approached the camp. Godrick was already fidgeting with his grip on his gun nervously.

As they crossed over the ridge where Godrick and his friends had been not even twenty-four hours earlier, his face paled. The bodies of his three friends were not there anymore.

'Where are the bodies? Did the monsters eat them or something?'

But just as he froze in place to wonder, a sharp whistle brought his attention to his left. David was staring at him with daggers in his eyes.

This was enough to make Godrick snap out of his daze and start walking again. He didn't want to test the man's patience.

Even with the rifle in his hands, he had a feeling the man wouldn't go down easy.

Seeing him keep walking, David shook his head slightly.

'I know how you feel, Godrick.'