*Firestalker - I didn't lose track of my characters, I was just confused*
Calli
"Where are we going again?" I asked Burns.
"I don't know, but we've got to go," he said, dragging me along by my wrist. Running wasn't exactly my favorite pass-time, and I hated running away from a fight, but some people are just luckier than others. Burns didn't seem to have any trouble running, and his mutt kept pretty good pace with us too. We finally stopped by a green, trash-filled stream. There was a shack on the other side, and it looked like the sun was setting.
"We're staying here?" I asked incredulously.
"For now," Burns replied.
I grumbled angrily and waded into the knee-deep stream. All around me the water began to clear. I'd never known where all the filth goes, but I'd learned not to stay in the disgusting water too long, or I would end up sick. "Come on, let's go," I grumbled, pulling myself out on the other side.
Burns and his dog crossed the stream where the water was pristine and clear (also known as, the place I'd just walked through). Shay shook himself like any other dog would, and Burns followed me into the shack. It was dank, nasty and filled with leaves and dirt.
"Temporary home-sweet-home," I said sarcastically, kicking a pile of leaves. I glanced at Burns, who was already turning a pile of leaves into some sort of bed. "Not much of a talker, are you?" I tried to copy his method with making the leaves into a bed, but mine looked no better than it had before. Sighing, I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt up over my head and flopped down on the leaves, cringing when my butt contacted the floor. "Got anything to eat?"
"No. Do you think there would be any fish in that stream, dead or alive?" he replied.
I rolled my eyes. "Heck no. Didn't you see how nasty that creek was?" I said.
"Not exactly. I can't see."
I raised an eyebrow. "No lie? Wow, y'know, for not being able to see, you're a pretty dang good fighter."
