After that, the next few days passed by like a gentle breeze.
During the daytime, while we left the three wounded soldiers to recover in the station, Jericho, Marcus and I headed out toward the mall to begin our Ferin slaughter. And at night, when we got back home — exhausted, with duffel bags filled with food — we formed a circle, which included Katie and her mother, and we ate, conversed a bit, laughed and slept.
Every day, we never headed back home until it was nighttime. And the reason for this was that hunting with Jericho and Marcus was genuinely fun, in a twisted kind of way.
And it turned out that, after some role allocation and drafting of proper hunting plans — which mostly favored me — hunting became smoother and easier than the first time.
