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But the truth is, I’m just as scared as she is.
Chapter 11
Diana
Theloomingfarmhouseemergesfrom the thick trees as we stumble into the clearing.
My feet ache and my clothes are damp from the evening dew, but any shelter is welcome after a day spent wandering these dark woods.
Anthony glances at me, fatigue etched on his face.
"We should ask if we can stay here. Just for the night," he says, pointing at a farmhouse that looks functional.
We can see lights streaming out of the windows.
I nod, too exhausted to argue.
My T-shirt clings to my skin, dotted with specks of dried blood—none of it mine, thankfully.
Anthony's shirt tells a different story, the fabric saturated with deep crimson stains along his left side.
"You need to change," I say, gesturing to the gruesome evidence of the days' violence. "Here."
I pull open the backpack and bring out two fresh items of clothing.
I hand him his, and suddenly feel shy, realizing that I need to take my current shirt off.
I turn away, and lift the shirt off my body, quickly pulling on a fresh cardigan.
When I turn back, Anthony averts his gaze.
"Sorry," he mumbles.
"I... I didn't mean to look. I was just looking for a fresh pair of socks and the backpack is at your feet," he says, pointing right at it.
I look down, and notice he's right.
"It's okay," I say, knowing it must have been a momentary accident.
I hand him the socks and as I watch as he puts them on.
He then proceeds to peel off the bloody shirt, revealing a bandage wrapped tightly around his abdomen.
I avert my eyes as he pulls the sweater over his muscular frame.
It's far too small on him, but better than the alternative.
We pack up all our things and make our way to a rain barrel and do our best to clean up.
I splash water on my face and neaten my hair while Anthony scrubs at the blood caked under his fingernails.
Presentable as we can manage, we share a resolute look.
Time to plead our case to whoever dwells within these walls.
We just need a place to hide, if only for a few hours.
I take a deep breath as we approach the weathered front door.
