Day Three: Evening

[Jeice]

The sky began to slowly drift into darkness, indicating the third night was approaching. In a way, Jeice was surprised he was still alive. He went toe to toe with people who would easily be able to kill him, and had been walking around with a hole in his torso. Without Yamu?s help he would still be wandering around, tying to ignore his wound as it got worse. He still wasn?t moving as fast as he was before the fight. Sharp pain still shot across his body every time something brushed up against his stomach, causing him to doubt his abilities.

They had walked for hours without coming in contact with another person or group. The red skinned warrior figured it to be the calm before the storm. The moment of peace and tranquility he would have before he would meet his maker, but there were no moments of peace on the island, at least not for Jeice. He took Yamu?s advice to stay on his toes at all times to heart, never letting his guard down and always ready to attack. His eyes peered down to the automatic weapon he wielded with pride. Questions began to rise in the white haired fighter?s head.

What if the gun he had been carrying with him wasn?t as mighty as he thought. His reasoning for these thoughts was the fact that the last two warriors who have wielded the gun have been killed, while wielding the gun, without letting off a shot that could make a difference in the battle. His finger slid up and down the trigger as he stared at the gun. It didn?t matter, he wasn?t about to toss his fallen friends weapon. His hand released the machine gun and wandered to his bag and pulled out his canteen. He snapped the lid off and quickly brought it to his mouth. His lips anxiously opened waiting for the cold liquid to fill his mouth. The water instantly refreshed him, relieving the dry scratchy feeling.

He spun the cap back on and placed the canteen back to his bag. His hand returned to the handle of his gun, his index finger lightly tapped against the trigger. His eyes shifted to his human friend. Yamu had been staring at his bat as he held it out in front if him. Jeice fastened his pace as he tried to catch up to his friend.

?Yamu?? He called out.

The bald warrior sharply turned and dropped the bat to side, the nails just missing his leg. He seemed fine; there was no indication of something wrong. Perhaps he had just been thinking to himself, as Jeice was.

?Yeah?? He answered.

?Where are we going?? Jeice inquired quickly.

?To be honest, Jeice?I don?t know. I was hoping to run into someone?there's always tomorrow.? Yamu answered sincerely.

Jeice?s eyes stared at the darkening sky, he knew they would have to rest for the night. It worried him, there would be nothing to insure his safety as he was in his vulnerable state. He knew that he wouldn?t get sufficient sleep for the night.