BS: Aye der. Yeah, I'm still alive, just lost the muse and was to lazy to write it up after my whole week of influenza. So basically I was to lazy, but ended up making myself feel to guilty about falling into old habits to get myself to update. Hope that makes sense... Anyways, I made this chapter longer than it should have been, but since I haven't updated in a longgggg while I decided "hey, what the hell, might as well~" so here it is: tenth chapter in Just Keep Moving. Enjoy!

Oh, and by the way, I dont own FarCry3 or any recognizable characters, just MY OC's, Chelsea and Nol.

Continue on~

Chapter Ten: Of Guilt and Sorrow

PREVIOUSLY ON JUST KEEP MOVING...

"What about you? Do you have someone you always think of? Like some village girl or something?" I curiously asked.

"Once. Five years ago. They were killed, my wife and daughter. I like to blame the war for it, but mostly it was just me."

"It couldn't all be your fault. Those pirates deserve some blame to ya' know." I tried to console.

"It wasn't the pirates that killed them." Nol suddenly said. "When we first met, you asked me why I would help you..." Nol trailed off "I'm helping you because when you said your fiance was a captive, I thought maybe I could save you the pain I had to go through when I lost Rio and Tali."
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Just when I was about to get up and accomplish something for the day, the repetitive sing-song tune of Nol's cell phone rang in my ears. I looked at the caller ID out of habit before answering.

"Daisy?" I asked hopefully, a moment of agonizing silence following.
"Not quite..." A male voice answered, and my eyes widened in shock.
"Jason."

NOW...

"Yeah, it's me." Jason answered and I let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding.
"You're with Daisy then." It was more of a statement than an answer.
"The doctor is really something." Jason chuckled a bit before another fit of silence engulfed us. I guessed neither of us really knew what to say at this point, and Jason and I really weren't as close as we should have been. He was always off doing his own shit ninety-nine percent of the time, so up until the Asian Run started we barely even knew each others names. He knew me as his girlfriends friend who was going to get married to Keith, and I knew him as said fiance's close friend.
"So...how are you?" Jason asked finally, shattering the silence.
"I'm fine. I mean as much as I can be anyway. What about you? Did you find anyone else?" I asked.
"I haven't found anyone besides Daisy, but I'm looking. I'm searching the bases and I even met one of the islanders who said he's willing to help. He's been listening in on the radios and looking for any sign of them." Jason hurriedly explained and I slowly frowned.
"That's good, but I wanna know how you're doing. I know we're not that close..." I trailed off and I heard him sigh obviously out of stress.
"We all got separated. It was just me and Grant, and we tried to escape but Vaas..." He took a shaky breath, and even if he hadn't said it, it wasn't hard to tell what had happened. "Grant's dead..."
"I'm so sorry Jason." I felt my throat constrict as I tried to hold back the welling tears. "Does Daisy know?" I asked.
"I'm waiting for her to wake up." Jason muttered.
"Do you want me to come up there? I'm not to far away." I slipped off the tailgate.
"Yeah, Daisy will want to see you too." He paused. "Chelsea...the doctor told me you ambushed the convoy..."
"And you've been taking down bases left and right." I pointed out, as if it would make his oncoming argument void.
"That's different..." He tried and I rolled my eyes.
"Jason, you have your ways of getting back our friends, and I have mine. Can we leave it at that?" I asked hopefully, though he didn't answer. "Look, I'm heading out in a few minutes. I'll see you when I get there."
"Be careful." Jason told me and I felt myself briefly smile before hanging up. I shoved the phone back into my pocket and headed towards the shack, sweeping a hand through my tangled mess of hair before opening the door and stepping inside.
"Nol?" I rapped my knuckles lightly against his bedroom door.
"Yeah?" He called.
"Jason called, I'm heading up to the doctors house to meet up with him and Daisy. I'll probably be gone for a good few hours."
"Pack extra weapons." He ordered sternly and I smiled a bit.
"Okay. I'll see you when I get back." I stepped away from the door, the old floorboards creaking under my feet as I passed. The door snapped closed behind me, bouncing a bit on the frame as I slipped into the comforting jeep. I looked over the map and turned the key in the ignition, feeling the vehicle come to life as I memorized my route to the house. I took a deep breath and started the long drive to my destination, wondering just how close I was to finding Keith and the others.

Dr. Earnhardt's house was situated on a high cliff top, and the dirt road leading up most of the way was impossible to get to by car. I pulled it into park on the side of the road, pulling some twigs and branches from the forest and scattering them over it. It was a shit job, but at first glance it did look broke down. I patted the trusty 'steed', telling it to stay before slipped through the chain link gate. As odd as that may have sounded, the old thing had actually grown on me. Guess I understand why Keith used to nearly obsess over them. I thought, shrugging my bag high up on my shoulder as I continued on.
The sun was at its peak by the time I reached the house. The building was about two stories and looked like it used to be in the middle on construction on the side; the gray coat of paint covering the wooden structure peeling in couple of places. A dirtied greenhouse sat nearby, the windows obscured from moisture and grime and the doors about ready to fall off their hinges. I walked along the makeshift wooden bridge thrown across the calm narrow river in front of the house, my eyes continually glancing over at the greenhouse. What looked like faint smoke was coming from the building, and against my better judgement I headed towards it. I knocked lightly on the door in fear of damaging it further, and an older gentleman looked up from his glass pipe on top of the burner. An unknown liquid bubbled inside, but I had no doubt in my mind it was some sort of exotic drug.
" ." I stated, and the man gave me a carefree grin.
"That's me!" He chuckled giddily.
"Oh boy." I muttered under my breath. "I'm Chelsea, we talked on the phone..." I trailed off, hoping to jog his memory.
"Ah yes, you're friends are in my house." He stated, standing up and gathering the glass beaker as he spoke. "I was just about to head up there to give the girl another dose for the poisoning."
"I'll come with then." I smiled politely and though it was a bit forced, it was unnoticeable. Maybe being surrounded by a ton of rich, greedy old men my whole life wasn't such a waste after all.
"This way then~" The Doctor sing-songed, and I rolled my eyes once his back was turned. Oliver's face briefly flashed through my mind and I wondered if he was going to be anything like Earnhardt when he grew older. Let's hope not. I thought, stepping onto the quaint porch and through the rickety door.
The inside had books stacked in practically every corner, and a large cabinet filled with guns sat propped against the stairwell. The inside definitely looked better than the outside, and from what I could see it was well kept.

I quietly followed Earnhardt all the way up the stairs and into what looked like a little girls room. The walls were a gentle pink and white and matching curtains were thrown over the windows. A blue rug sat in the middle of the room, next to it a small pink covered twin sized bed that sat comfortably with the headboard against the wall. I noticed a rocking horse, along with other girly toys put neatly around the room, and made a mental note to ask where the kid was later. What drew my attention at the current time was the two figures sitting on the bed.

With one look at Daisy I knew Jason had already broke the news to her. Her eye makeup was smeared, as if she had been rubbing her eyes and even in the slightly darkened room I could see her green eyes had a odd gloss look to them. Jason's jaw was tight, his eyes glancing over at the door only momentarily before doing a double take. Daisy seemed to notice our arrival as well as she looked up, a small smile coming to her face.

"Hey are you gonna be okay? I have to talk to the doctor about the others." Jason asked her and Daisy gave him a small nod.

"Yeah, go." She told him, and with a comforting squeeze to her shoulder he stood up. We gave each other a nod in greeting as I passed him, taking his place beside Daisy who looked about ready to start sobbing.

"Jason" she called and he half turned to the distraught girl "Whoever did this, whoever killed Grant...deserves to die." She said coldly, and Jason could only nod before confronting the doctor.

"Hey." I slowly approached the bed, already trying to keep my own tears at bay "I'm so, so sorry." My voice cracked and I found myself hugging Daisy as she softly started to cry on my shoulder, taking a seat next to her "Shh." I rubbed her back comfortingly, trying to calm her and wondering just how much pain she was going through. I didn't really know what I would be like if I found out Keith had been killed. Unlike Daisy, I had the power to go out and do something, though whether or not I was successful was a whole other matter.

"Then this is the safest place, he won't think to look here." I heard Jason practically begging Earnhardt, causing both me and Daisy to look up. From the looks of it, Jason was asking if Earnhardt could house the rest of our friends. I remembered Nol saying something about how Earnhardt worked with Vaas' men, which was probably the main debate at this point.

"Please doctor," Daisy pleaded, catching the men's attention. "Let him bring the rest here," she strained "they'll die otherwise."

I mentally frowned in confusion as Earnhardt approached the bed, eyes trained on Daisy as he gently patted her calf. "Angus, how could I refuse you." suddenly two and two clicked together. A little girls room, no evidence of a child roaming around, and the fact the drugged up doctor had no issue with housing my friend but no one else. My eyes flickered to Jason, who apparently had the same thought and nodded in agreement. "Of course they can stay." Earnhardt finally agreed, swaying gently in his spot. "Oh, I'm going to need a double dosage to calm my nerves." He stated, and Daisy grabbed the doctors hand, giving it a small squeeze.

"Go." She quietly told us "I'll be fine."

"Wait here alright?" Jason told her firmly and the blond gave a small nod in confirmation.

"We'll find the others." I added before standing up and following Jason out of the room and down the wooden stairs. He stopped at the bottom, running a hand through his hair. "Hey, it'll be okay." I put a hand on his shoulder, but he gently pulled it off to face me.

"Chelsea, I think you should stay here with Daisy." It took a moment before I registered completely what he had said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, hoping he would elaborate his thought.

"I don't like her staying here alone..."

I cut him off "Then we'll find the others. The doctor thinks she's his dead daughter, I doubt he'll hurt her any. Did you see that room?" I pointed out quietly, not wanting to be overheard.

"I don't want anyone else to die, and you going around and recklessly fighting..." He trailed off and I rolled my eyes.

"Says the man who's fighting a war he shouldn't be in. I know the dangers, this whole time I've spent learning how to rescue my friends. I know what I'm fighting for, what about you?" I asked, the question taking him off guard.

"What's that supposed to me?" He scowled and I sighed.

"Have you looked at yourself recently? Specifically your arm? Last I checked you don't need to trick yourself out with tattoos and join up with people who call themselves warriors to save the others." I pointed out.
"How do you know about the Rakyat?"
"You're not the only one getting inside help Jason." I told him cryptically. I doubted Jason really knew about who Nol was, and I'd rather keep it that way. What he said about his wife and daughters death still made my stomach churn, and I wasn't about to trust the Rakyat at this point, even if they were helping our cause. What they really gained was beyond me considering the war probably wouldn't have ended by the time we got everyone back, and I seriously didn't think Jason would miss up an opportunity to head home where his family was and where his girlfriend was going.
The sound of his cell phone ringing cut off anything he was about to say. "Look," I started "I'm going to fight until all of our friends are safe. If you need anything or find anything out, just call me." I told him.
"Yeah." He muttered, quickly answering his phone as I stepped out onto the porch. I had a feeling this was bigger than we thought, and in all honesty, it was starting to scare me.