Harper suggested the name Sasha as Samuel helped the two of us finish setting up a tent. It is not a name with which I have
any strong associations, the way Max was the name of the childhood dog
Viktor and I owned once. It does, however, feel like it was meant to be
mine.
A noise came from the trees while Harper
and I were inside the tent and Samuel was outside. Something felt off
about it. I crawled out of the tent to see Samuel attempt to fend off an
unarmed hunter using his pocket knife. I recognized its shape as one of
the inhabitants of what was, at the time, Harper's settlement. A man
named Matthew.
It turned to me as I stood up and
drew my pistol. Its jaw creaked open, and it said my name. The name I
had at the time, that is.
"Kosta Ivanov," it growled.
Its
back was turned to Samuel, its legs moving in my direction instead of
his, but I could see in his eyes that he would be unable to kill the
hunter. Its face reminded him too much of the man it used to be.
"Samuel. Do you need me to do this for you?" I asked, holding up my pistol.
He nodded as he slowly put down the knife.
I fired once. The hunter collapsed.
My pistol is out of ammunition now, and I still have yet to find a
suitable replacement for my knife. Samuel and Harper have no spares. If
we are to leave the Forest, we must do so soon.
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