[Just past midnight, Thursday, August 14, day 445]
[The woods]
(Continued from
here)
I still really ain't sure where we are. We been walkin' ferrat least a couple hours now, but th'clouds've covered th'moon, an'I can't judge what time't might be. Long 'nough fer th'wound'n m'should t'clot over an' m'arm t'go stiff's old leather. Ain't much else I c'n say beyond'at.
Glass'n me ain't spoken much, partly cuz we's both burnt out, partly 'cuz we wanna stay's quiet's possible. I ain't seen neither'a th'bitches since I left'em trapped'n screamin', but I ain't gonna count us 's anywhere near safe 'til we's outta th'woods 'n safe in our beds.
Pause's we cross into a clearin'. "Any idea how much further we got t'go?" I says inna whisper.
[OPEN to those from the previous scene, and others should they choose]