I chewed the deer slowly, a light red creeping onto my face. I felt embarrassed for freaking out. I felt bad about it. Damien had gone and found food while I slept, and I didn't even have the decency to eat it and give him a polite 'thank you'. My mind started wandering, and I began to think about our situation a little more. We couldn't just stay in this one spot, we had to get back, and we couldn't go the way we'd came. Mostly because we fell down a steep hill and had no chance of climbing back up it. Also, because the tracks have probably been covered up already. There was a bit more snow on the ground, so it must have snowed lat night.
I swallowed the deer meat, giving a silent prayer that it would find happiness in deer-heaven. After, I looked at Damien with horror. He was inhaling deer like it was his thing he would ever eat, which it very well might be. I shuddered and shook the thought away.
"Damien, we can't stay here. We have to try finding our own way back. If we wait for help we might be stuck waiting forever!"
He didn't answer. He just kept chewing his deer.
"If we don't get back we'll probably die! And... And..." I stared at the deer meat he was holding. "And... how did you manage to kill this deer?" I asked out of no where.
How DID he kill this deer? The question had never occurred to me.
"Stabbed it with a pole." He said bluntly. I blinked at him, not knowing what to say to that.
"Well, anyways we can't stay here!" I said again, getting back on track. He sighed and finished yet another piece of deer.
"I guess you're right. But lets wait until I'm done eating." he said as he grabbed one of the last sticks, scarfing it down easily. I gawked at him
How does that boy stay thin?
I ate some more deer, feeling slightly nauseous. Damien probably would have eaten the deer's eyes if I hadn't told him we should get going before dark. He had grumbled and nodding, and for a moment I actually wondered if he had considered it.
We walked without talking, both our minds occupied with the events that had happened since the trip had began.
Finally Damien said something, breaking the silence. But I felt like punching him for saying it.
"Look, Pip... About that shower thing-" he began, but I quickly cut him off.
"Don't bring something like that up!" I squeaked, my face turning red. How could he think of that at a time like this?
"Sorry" he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I just wanted to say that you looked pretty good for someone who just bathed in Kool-aid."
Was he asking to get punched? Not that I would but... Well I can imagine.
I guess I kind of understand why he brought it up. We've been walking for quite awhile now and were bored out of our wits.
Getting an idea, I stopped and stooped down, gathering some snow up in my gloved hand. I rolled it into a ball and threw it at him. He ducked and grinned, grabbing some snow to retaliate. Before we knew it, a full blown snowball war had begun.
"Time out!" I yelled, giggling as another snowball hit my jacket. I collapsed on the ground, panting and smiling like a nutter.
"No time outs!" He yelled back, a matching smile plastered on his face. Despite his words, he sat beside me, breathing hard. We sat there, catching our breath for a few minutes before I sat up.
"Where are we now?" I asked, realizing we had moved around a lot during our snowball fight.
"Dunno." He answered, looking back at me.
I rolled my eyes at him and got up. I walked to a bush and started pushing my way through it. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned steep and I desperately tried to grab hold of a branch for balance. Luck wasn't on my side, and I went tumbling down another hill.