Love Unspoken

Alexander let out a heavy sigh, strolled over to her, and gave her shoulder a light pat.

"Quinn, get up and eat," he called out.

Quinn stayed put, so he gave her another shake. When she couldn't take it anymore, she yanked her clothes down and shot him a glare.

"I'm not eating!" she yelled.

Alexander acted like he didn't even notice her anger and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

"No," she snapped back.

Seeing him act all chill, Quinn suddenly felt like she might've overreacted a bit.

He always messed with her like this 'cause he loved seeing her get all flustered. If she didn't make a big deal out of it, he'd probably get bored after a couple of tries. Thinking about this, she suddenly sat up from the ground. "What are we eating?"

Her quick mood swing left Alexander a bit taken aback.

He stared at her for a sec, trying to figure out what was up, then handed her what he was holding.

Quinn opened it and saw some segmented pieces, thinking it was duck neck. She picked one up and sniffed, only catching the scent of meat.

"What is this? Duck neck?" she asked.

"Snake meat," Alexander answered coolly.

Quinn screamed and tossed the meat away. The pieces of snake meat scattered all over the ground.

She glared at Alexander, but before she could say anything, he cut her off. "Didn't you say you were sick of chicken legs?"

"But you can't just make snake meat!" she shot back.

"Then what do you wanna eat?" he asked.

This question stumped Quinn. She wanted porridge, but in this place, porridge was way too fancy for them.

She stayed quiet for a bit, then suddenly grabbed Alexander. "Take me with you when you go out later. I can't stay here anymore."

"It's dangerous out there. Aren't you scared of wild animals?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at her.

Quinn bit her lip, hesitating. She was really losing it staying here.

"If you're not scared, why should I be?" she said.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Alexander thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright, let's go now."

Quinn had no shoes, making it tough to walk outside. Alexander tore the bedsheet in half and wrapped it around her feet, making a simple pair of socks. Quinn took a few steps. It was okay, thicker than socks but not as good as shoes, still better than being barefoot.

Alexander grabbed his gun and led the way.

Quinn followed closely behind him. Her clothes were too thick and large, making it hard to walk. His steps were quick, and she stumbled behind him. "Slow down!" she demanded.

Alexander stopped, looked back at her, who was about 13 feet behind him, and patiently waited for her to catch up.

"Want me to carry you?" he offered.

"No." As soon as Quinn finished speaking, she suddenly saw the grass not far away shake violently, and a gray figure flashed by.

She pointed in that direction and shouted, "There's a rabbit!"

Alexander turned to look and saw the shaking grass. But after she shouted, the grass quieted down, only swaying slightly.

He took the gun off his shoulder, aimed at that spot, and softly said to Quinn, "Pick up something and throw it over there."

Quinn nodded, bent down to pick up a stone, and threw it in the direction he was pointing.

As soon as the stone landed in the grass, a startled rabbit immediately jumped up and ran quickly through the grass.