Francis was standing next to Alex who was screaming her head off clutching the bloody form of their fellow companion, Blake. Blake had done something stupid he had ran off on his own because he wanted to find flowers for Alex, Francis had told him to take the axe or something but Blake insisted he was fine by himself. The sounds of a certain someone screaming had pulled him from his trans before Alex could even get herself up from where she had napped Francis dashed past her "BLAKE!" He screamed. it was no secret the two didn't get on well but they had their moments of being friendly. Francis didn't plan to lose anyone else...but it was too late.
By the time the faster make reached the body Blake was ripped apart and the beast was gone. "BLAKE!" Francis yelled again getting to the others side and knelled in time to see the other was half alive choking on his own blood. Blake was trying to speak but nothing but blood was coming out.
"Francis! Is he okay!" He heard Alex call to him. He stayed silent a moment as Blakes hand missing a few fingers reached to Francis' belt grabbing for the knife he kept tucked there. Catching Blake's fading eyes Francis knew. He wanted to be put out of his misery. It was then that Alex reached his side and looked ready puke, dropping to Francis' side as he slowly moved the knife up Alex held Blake's messed hand as his other arm was gone. "I love you Blake." She whispered as Francis moved his hand up more. "Close your eyes Alexandra." He muttered her full name for once, and she knew what he had to do, closing her eyes she heard the last struggled breath leave Blake as he convulsed. When she opened her eyes Blake's throat was slit open and Francis was picking him up quietly, soaking himself in blood as he did.
Alex picked up Francis' knife and followed him not sure what he was going to do until he spoke "Pack camp...they will return fast, grab everything you can from his truck. I wont let them eat him." Francis spoke dropping the dead man's body in their camp fire, his bloody hand going through his hair as he bowed his head, giving a moments silence to their fallen friend before he sntached up the shovel and his bag not caring to clean himself moving to pack up the camero with her. "I'm sorry for your loss Alex..."
He spoke the words but he could see in her glaze that she didn't beleive him, though how could she. His rival for her affection just died and he had to split the man's throat and burn the body. She didn't speak to him the rest of the night.
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