Chapter Seven

(Amy's POV)

"Someone was here…someone was just here."

Eric holds my gaze, but his skin has gone slightly pale. My head drifts back to the bloody footprints.

"Do you think…it was the person that was watching us?" I ask Eric, my gaze drifting back to him.

Eric regarded the footprints once more before returning my gaze. "I doubt it could be anyone else. There isn't exactly a abundance of people on this island."

I go silent for a few seconds, my eyes drifting back and forth between Eric and the footprints. Dread fills my stomach. "He knows we're here, doesn't he."

"Probably." Eric replies.

"What do you think he wants?" I ask him, not liking any of the ideas conjuring up in my head.

"I have no idea…but since he hasn't tried approaching us, we should keep our guards up."

I nod, tugging at the lose clothing we had found in the nightstand earlier. "Should we try following them? See if we can catch a glimpse of him without him seeing us?"

Eric considers this for a moment. "Might as well, but let's not go unarmed. Do you still have that pistol?"

I nod. "Yeah, it's in my pack."

I jog back inside our temporary house and grab the pistol and a knife from the pack, but before heading out I notice a key hanging on a hook next to the door. Must be the key to the house. I test it to be sure, and then lock from the outside. Better safe then sorry in case that guy decides to come back. It would be bad if our stuff goes missing. I shove the key into my pocket and jog back towards Eric. I hand him the knife before tucking the pistol in the waistband of my too-big jeans.

"Stay close to me." Eric instructs, and I smile. I fall into step behind him as we begin to follow the footprints straight into the woods. It isn't long before the blood fades off, but there's still the outline of feet in the dirt so we continue to follow. We follow them for about ten minutes before they suddenly stop just as they did with the ones from before.

"This is so weird." I say, hugging my arms to myself.

"I second that." Eric mutters. "We should head back. We need to get inside soon before that dinosaur blood attracts others."

I nod and once again follow him into step. A few minutes later I notice that the cuts made by the raptor are throbbing. I place my hand over the bandages. I had replaces the bandages after my shower yesterday, but it will probably be a good idea to change them again when I get back. I don't voice this to Eric though. It shouldn't be a bid deal. Of course cuts like that are going to hurt for a while and I've been being pretty good about keeping them clean.

We make it back to the buildings and to my relief; the blood hasn't attracted anything…yet. We slip inside once I get the door unlocked and make sure to lock it behind us.

"It was a smart move, locking the door." Eric tells me, giving me a light nudge on the arm. I smile back at him and wink. My smile grows when I notice the red creeping in on his cheeks, but it suddenly turns pale when we hear a heard of raptors from outside. I listen intently for several moments as raptors call back and forth to each other sounding only a few yards away. We made it back just in time.

"We should probably try to stay as quiet as possible in here for awhile." Eric whispers in my ear. I jump. I didn't notice him come up to me. "Sorry." Eric whispers a bit sheepishly with a small smile on his face. He gently tugs on my arm and pulls me to the couch. He sits me beside him and we listen as the raptors converse outside.

"In a moment like this, I really wish that I had dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets." I say quietly.

Eric barks out a laugh before throwing his hand over his mouth. "What?" he asks me after removing his hand, an amused look on his face.

"Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets." I repeat. "I really want some now."

Eric let's out another chuckle, but quieter this time. "Why?"

"I don't know…to feel like we're getting back at them somehow. They try to eat us, we eat them…well…chicken versions of them."

"Seriously?" Eric asks, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well, yeah. They happen to taste pretty good too." I tell him, my own smile playing on my lips.

"You're so weird." Eric says with amusement. I then take notice that he's still holding onto my arm; his thumb is rubbing smooth circles on it. He seems to notice this too and quickly stops and lets go of my arm.

"Don't." I whisper. Eric's eyes meet mine. "It feels nice."

Eric looks back down to my arm before picking it back up again and continuing the gentle circles. We don't say anything, but Eric continues and soon he's tracing more of my arm and using all of his fingers. I feel goose bumps form skin.

"Your skin is so soft." he mumbles, not meeting my eyes. He takes my hand in his and presses it against his cheek. My heart is pounding against my chest. He looks at me now. His eyes appear both soft and determined, as if he's resolved to say something. He opens his mouth to say it, but a loud raptor call sounds a few feet from our door causing us both to jump. We stare at the door waiting to see if something happens, but nothing does. Eric drops my hand and lets out a sigh that sounds both relieved and frustrated. I watch his face. His eyes are shut, his eyebrows furrowed; he looks frustrated about something.

I feel it too. I really wanted to hear what he was going to say. It seemed like it would be something important…at least to us, but the moment had come and gone. However, I wasn't going to let it go that easily. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I press a kiss to his temple. Eric stills, but before he can react any further, I pull away, stand, and then walk into the kitchen.

After a few seconds I chance a look behind me at Eric. His back is to me so I couldn't see his facial expression but he had brought his hand up to his face, his fingers grazing the spot my lips had been only moments ago. I smile and begin searching for stuff to make for lunch. Eric joins me a few minutes later. He wears a big toothy grin that I can only meet with one of my own.

I open the small pantry to reveal a bunch of canned foods.

"We've got canned fruit, canned beans, canned soup, canned meat canned vegetables…which sounds appealing to you for lunch?" I ask. Then I glance at the floor and notice that there are a few large bags of rice on the ground. "Looks like we have rice too."

"What kinds of soups are there?" Eric asks me.

I look at the different labels on the soup cans. "Well, there's chicken noodle, tomato, clam chowder_"

"Do you like clam chowder?" Eric asks me.

"Yeah, do you?" I ask.

"Yeah, let's make that one." Eric says.

A half hour later, we've both eaten and the raptors that were outside had moved on. I'm not feeling too great; I wonder how long the soup has been sitting there in the pantry. The cuts on my side are throbbing even worse now and I remember that I still haven't changed my bandages.

"I'm going to clean out my cuts and change my bandages." I let Eric know. He's siting on the couch looking through the different VHS tapes.

"Would you like help?" Eric asks me, turning around to look at me.

"That's alright, I think I got it." I tell him. I then grab my pack and head into the bathroom, making sure to shut the door behind me. I take off my shirt and glance at the bandages. A bit of blood had seeped through, but thankfully it doesn't look like much. I wince as I peel away the bandages. When I finally manage to take the bandages off completely, I glance at the cuts through the mirror and hold back a gasp. The area surrounding the cuts has turned red, and pus was oozing through them. This doesn't look good.

I turn the faucet and grab a washcloth, allowing warm water to soak it. I then ease it onto the cuts. I let out a small cry, but continue to clean the wounds.

"Amy, are you alright in there." I hear Eric say from outside the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I tell him, not really feeling fine at all. Eric has enough to worry about right now. I can figure out how to fix this problem on my own.

"Are you sure?" Eric asks. He sounds concerned. He probably heard my cry.

"Yeah, it just hurts." I tell him.

"Maybe I should take a look at it."

"No, I'm fine, really!" I tell him.

"Alright…" Eric responds. I can tell he's uncertain. "If you need help, I'll be right out here."

"Okay, thanks." I tell him. I quickly grab new bandages from my pack and wrap them around the cuts. When I'm sure the bandages are secure I pull my shirt back over my head and open the door to find Eric sitting down right outside.

Eric stands quickly and gives me a once over before staring at me a little sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just worried. You sounded like you were in pain."

I give him a smile and then find myself walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his middle. Eric immediately returns the hug.

"I'm alright." I tell him. His warmth feels nice.

"You're shaking." He tells me.

"I'm just cold." I tell him. Leaning my head against his shoulder. My head is spinning too, but I don't tell him that.

"Do you want a blanket?" he asks me.

I'm about to answer, but suddenly my vision begins clouding over.

"I don't feel too great." I tell him the truth.

"Amy…"

"Maybe, I'll just lie…" my vision completely clouds over and my mind goes blank, plummeting me into darkness.