Chapter 7: Surivors
'What's up with people and popping up out of nowhere?' Realizing the hypocrisy in his thoughts. He shook his head and focused his gaze back on the boy in front of him.
'His movements were pretty quick, maybe if he had a weapon he wouldn't have surrendered so easily.' But seeing Sage aiming her bow at his head, he chuckled to himself.
The boy stood there, his brown curly hair falling over his forehead in disarray. His brown eyes, wide with shock just moments ago, now darted around the room, searching for an escape route. Unfortunately for him, Sage blocked the doorway and Winter stood in front of the window, spear still pointed at his throat.
The tension was thick in the air, every movement carefully measured as the boy realized his options were limited.
Raising his hands in surrender, he sighed, "Alright, I give up." His eyes flicked nervously toward the spear hovering in front of him. "Now, can you please stop threatening my life with that?"
He smiled as he lowered his spear. Though he lowered his weapon, Sage kept her aim pointed at him, in case he tried something.
An amused smile tugged at her lips. 'Oh how the tides have turned,' she thought.
With a breath of relief, he questioned, "So what do you two want?"
"We don't want any trouble," he said calmly. "We're just looking for supplies—medical supplies."
He glanced between Winter and Sage, realizing he wasn't in a position to negotiate. "Alright, take whatever you need," he muttered, still eyeing Sage's drawn bow.
Winter nodded, but kept his tone firm. "Don't make any sudden moves, and we won't have a problem."