Stryker crouched beside him and pulled at it. I followed it with my gaze as the leaves and dirt fell off it to reveal- I gagged and turned away.
“More bodies. Yay.” Jack muttered.
Matthew’s nose crinkled up “chained up? Seriously?”
“You think they were in the naughty corner?” Jack smirked.
“Okay, Jack, tone it down. This is creepy, not cool.” Matthew muttered.
Stryker sighed “I’m gonna have to agree. Come on, the sooner we get back to the others the better.”
“Fine by me.” Matthew replied.
I nodded in agreement.
CHAPTER 7
Matthew
“So you’re telling me you think this thing is…a monster, quite frankly?”
Me and Jack were both sat on my bed in the inn, and commander Roberts was sitting across from us on Jack’s, all three of us nursing cups of coffee .
“Yeah, Jack.” The man sighed “there are…legends. They may be true”.
“This is ridiculous.”
“You’ll find that a lot of things are.”
“And you’re assuming this based on…what, exactly?”
“You’re just gonna have to trust commander Zerrudo on this one” He sighed.
Jack scrunched up my nose “no, I won’t. This is stupidity.”
“It’s folklore, okay? Yes, we still need to look into it, but-“
“That’s ridiculous.” Jack repeated.
“Two survivors both claimed that it was some kind of mix between a human and an animal, with long claws and mottled skin and glowing eyes. They said it smelt like decay, that it was on fire, and they called it a Fleshbinder or something. I…we don’t have anything else to go off, Jack. So I’m gonna need you to trust me. Plus, if it were just any killer they wouldn’t be taking the time to skin the victims.”
He snorted “alright, fine.”
Commander Roberts looked at me, who’d remained silent up to this point.
“You trust me?” He asked.
I nodded once, hesitantly.I was still harbouring my resentment towards him for making me come.
“Good lad.” He stood up.
As soon as the commander had left, Jack flopped backwards onto the bed and rolled his eyes “ever heard bullshit like that?”
I shrugged “let them figure it out.” I sighed “your headache better? From the ship?”
Jack scoffed “not…quite.”
“Jack…”
