I knew I had to do this right. I've been over and over his notes on that day and I remember his descriptions of what happened and could have happened.
The group was down by two of the original members but in following there seemed to be 3 new ones. There was also one haunted looking girl who was still easily recognisable as the one who had to live regardless of what happened. She saved him. I'll save her.
The issues lay in finding a place for my equipment safely while maintaining my safety when I try to turn the tables on them. And figuring out how they function as we... Me and he... saw the dead former leader over half a year ago.
Hunting them and staying hidden however turned out to be really easy. They didn't even seem to try to hide themselves. Two had proper weapons in firearms while most others had axes or show swords.
They were aggressive, until they saw a random survivor. They must have missed the noise a few hours earlier but I didn't. It was a boy maybe only a few years younger than me. Crying. Over his mother. Or maybe just a woman who helped him. The noises? Her fight to kill the two Rani that trapped her. From how the dead lay I would say she got one then died. The boy must have gotten the other. It's strange how I was able to think that before seeing him, even guessing how they lay. It makes me wonder if he was right; that I have an insight he never did.
When they saw him they rushed back to hide then started to discuss their plan. I was sickened by this, but to act? That would ruin everything. Three days following them would be wasted.
So I watched. They left him crying for an hour. Calling the Rani in. My skin crawled with knowing that
Finally they moved. Carefully, with small smiles. They knew what they were doing. They had done it all before. Still I watched. I waited. Barely.
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