Post by Nicolas Thorne on Jan 5, 2017 21:54:58 GMT -5
Nic Stared in to the fire. It flickered in his eyes. It was cold, snow on the ground. He pulled his jacket closer and tried to warm his hands against the flames. The heat coming off was doing barely anything. Snow was falling down, softly drifting, tiny flakes.
It had all happened so fast. Before he could even say anything to his brother fighting erupted. It ended with a man dying, Wyatt killing him. Others were wounded, caught in the crossfire. People dead, so fast. It came down to just Wyatt, him and the kids. That's all there was now. But that's all they needed.
Having Wyatt back didn't even feel real. Nic still couldn't believe it. Wyatt being there, each day, Nic just kept expecting to wake up one day for it all to be a dream. He wasn't the old Wyatt though. He had been through so much, lost so much. They both had, but Wyatt's wounds were fresh.
Nic watched the flames flicker. All of Wyatt's friends had left or died. All that was left were Clem and Dakota, but even the girls weren't the ones he knew in Texas. Nic had seen them grow just in the short time he knew them. Take on more and survive. That's what they all were, survivors.
Slowly Nic stood up and moved in to the he tent. He looked at Wyatt and gave a friendly smile. "Doing okay?" Nic didn't know what else to say. He didn't know those people. He hadn't known them. But he knew Wyatt, and the girl and he wouldn't let anything happen to them.
"We should go see how the girls are doing. I don't know about you, but I think we should move on. To much death and destruction here. Living in ruins isn't ideal. And with the graves we buried in the back. We are all on edge. I think we should leave," he said calmly.
Nic looked at his brother. "I don't know where, but this burnt camp doesn't feel right."
It had all happened so fast. Before he could even say anything to his brother fighting erupted. It ended with a man dying, Wyatt killing him. Others were wounded, caught in the crossfire. People dead, so fast. It came down to just Wyatt, him and the kids. That's all there was now. But that's all they needed.
Having Wyatt back didn't even feel real. Nic still couldn't believe it. Wyatt being there, each day, Nic just kept expecting to wake up one day for it all to be a dream. He wasn't the old Wyatt though. He had been through so much, lost so much. They both had, but Wyatt's wounds were fresh.
Nic watched the flames flicker. All of Wyatt's friends had left or died. All that was left were Clem and Dakota, but even the girls weren't the ones he knew in Texas. Nic had seen them grow just in the short time he knew them. Take on more and survive. That's what they all were, survivors.
Slowly Nic stood up and moved in to the he tent. He looked at Wyatt and gave a friendly smile. "Doing okay?" Nic didn't know what else to say. He didn't know those people. He hadn't known them. But he knew Wyatt, and the girl and he wouldn't let anything happen to them.
"We should go see how the girls are doing. I don't know about you, but I think we should move on. To much death and destruction here. Living in ruins isn't ideal. And with the graves we buried in the back. We are all on edge. I think we should leave," he said calmly.
Nic looked at his brother. "I don't know where, but this burnt camp doesn't feel right."