Book 1 (2): Summer Darkness — Chapter 2: |
Chapter 2
As we were walking even more slowly than before, it was well dark before we reached the bottom of the hill.
I was covered in disgusting, cold sweat. My hands were cold as ice, probably due to anxiety.
The queerats stalked us silently, keeping their distance.
According to Shun’s explanations, {making a crucial decision, such as starting a war, involves searching for a suitable focal point. The focal point has to be easily visible, somewhere where nature and awareness converge.}
For example, imagine a hunter with a bow and arrow stalking a deer. The deer runs through the forest, ending up at a riverbank, where chances of the hunter shooting the deer successfully rises. With the change of scenery comes a change in atmosphere; the refraction of light on the surface of the river not only enhances awareness, it also widens the field of vision, so the hunter realizes that he can easily capture the deer. All these factors help to support his actions.
Until now, the queerats’ actions have all been very human-like. That’s why Shun predicted that they would try to use the terrain to their advantage. If their nests were in indeed at the top of the hill, then the spot where the hill and flat ground meet would be a logical boundary.
“What do we do?” I asked Shun. I felt like he was only one we could depend on now.
“We have no choice but to split up when we get to the forest.”
“If they start coming at you from a hidden position, just run as fast as you can. It’s all over if they catch you, so try to conserve energy too. Get as far away as you can, then hide. Once you’re sure that the coast is clear, go back to the path we took today. We’ll meet up where the canoes are hidden.”
The chances of all of us meeting up again seemed rather bleak. To begin with, wasn’t the idea of splitting up based on the thought that some people would be sacrificed while others escaped?
“And before we reach the forest?” Satoru asked, coming up next to Shun.
I understood at once what he was asking.
The edge of the forest was a good fifty meters away from the foot of the hill. There were no trees or rocks to hide behind, so we would be easy targets.
Maria let out a sob. I couldn’t help but realize again the seriousness of the situation we were in. I wrapped my arms around her shaking shoulders and nuzzled my forehead against hers, trying to comfort her.
Before long, the discussion began again in hushed voices.
It was about the enemy’s intentions. Were they going to attack here? Were they just making sure we were really leaving?
If we assume that they were going to attack, we would have to make for the forest as fast as we could. In that instant, we would reveal that we didn’t have cantus. The act of running away would definitely induce them to attack. In that case, the probability of all five of us making it out alive was impossibly small.
On the other hand, if we bet on the chance that they wouldn’t attack, and lost, then no one could save us.
“…no choice but hold out until we’re nearly there to watch their reaction,” Shun’s words had a touch of defiance in them.
“And who gets to determine that?” Satoru said.
“All of our lives are on the line,” Shun sighed.
“Let’s take a vote.”
Because of the subtle dips and rises in the ground, the border between the hill and the open field was ambiguous. The deepening darkness blurred the contours of our surroundings, steeping everything in shadows. We crossed the determined focal point and continued on through the open field, not knowing when an arrow would come whistling toward us.
My breathing became quicker, shallower. My pulse pounded in my temples.
Even though I had to be prepared to run at any moment, my legs felt rubbery, unable to exert any strength.
I turned around quietly and looked at the hill by the weak light of the moon.
The queerats still hadn’t moved. They were still watching us from their vantage point halfway up the hill.
That’s good, just stay there. We’ll be gone soon. No one’s threatening you. You know what’ll happen if you shoot us, right? If you just let us leave, nothing will happen. But if you harm us, we’ll kill all of you. So please. Behave for just a bit longer.
I prayed silently to myself. I turned to face forward again, and stopped.
There were four black silhouettes. One had its hand raised.
“Who’s that?” a low voice asked.
“M-me,” Mamoru gasped. “I think we should make a run for it, right now.”
“What are you talking about? We’re going to be fine. Alright? Just a bit more.”
Mamoru lowered his hand and we all felt slightly relieved. If three hands went up, that would be a majority. Though in reality, even if we didn’t have a majority vote, all it takes is one person to panic and take off running for the entire plan to be ruined. When the queerats start attacking, we’ll all have to run for dear life.
“Saki, you’re walking too fast.”
Shun’s voice pulled me back to reality. Without knowing it, I had broken into a slight jog.
“Oh, sorry.” I slowed down, mentally kicking myself for panicking.
“Just a bit farther,” Satoru said. “Shun, when we reach the last twenty meters, let’s run. It’ll take a couple of seconds for them to start shooting. We’ll definitely make it to the woods by then.”
“…I don’t want to run at all,” Shun said, sounding hesitant. “If we run, they’ll chase after us. Just because we’ll be in the forest doesn’t mean we’ll be out of danger.”
“But we can hide in there. If we don’t run, maybe they’ll…” Mamoru stammered, raising his hand again.
“Hey…behind us! It’s like,” Maria choked out.
I turned around and felt my heart contract painfully in shock. The queerats were descending the hill.
“They’re coming!” Maria screamed, raising her hand. Two votes.
“Wait. Not yet. This doesn’t mean they’re going to attack,” Shun tried to calm them down, but they didn’t lower their hands.
Satoru started raising his hand uncertainly.
“Stop!” I said to him. “We’re almost there. Just…”
There was a whistling sound. An arrow flew over our heads and embedded itself in the ground near the entrance to the forest.
I knew that signaled the start of battle.5 Without waiting for a majority vote, we took off as fast as we could.
It was the first time I had ever run like my life depended on it. But no matter how hard I pumped my legs, I didn’t seem to be moving forward at all. It was like something out of a nightmare.
Even so, the forest gradually drew closer.
Just a little farther.
As I burst into the woods and started weaving through the trees, I realized how fast I had been running.
“Don’t stick together. Spread out and get away!” Shun’s voiced echoed through the trees.
I made a sharp right turn and dashed through the undergrowth until I couldn’t hear anyone else’s voice or footsteps. I was all alone.
The only sound was my own panting. Having run so around so wildly, I had no idea where I was. In any case, I had to keep going until I reached my destination.
Just a while ago I had been with four of my friends. Now I was suddenly alone. The fear of the queerats coming after me, in addition to my uneasiness at being left alone, made my chest tighten painfully. My only companion was the moon, hidden by the trees.
It was hard to breathe. I gasped and wheezed, trying to draw more air into my lungs. My thighs felt heavy, and I was losing sensation below my knees.
I had reached my limit. I wanted to stop and rest.
But if I stopped, I’d probably die.
Just a little more. Keep going for just a little longer.
Right as I thought that, I tripped over something.
I tried to right myself, but my body froze. I was suspended in the air for a moment, then fell heavily to the ground.
I knew I should get up immediately, but my entire body hurt so much I couldn’t move. I somehow managed to turn onto my back, and saw the yellow light of the moon, brighter than I had ever seen it before.
The cold ground sucked all the heat from my body through my shirt and backpack. I lay there, unable to do anything but breathe, my chest rising and falling like bellows.
Am I going to die here? The thought came to me all of a sudden. I was still young; death didn’t seem real.
“Saki!” a voice called to me from somewhere far away.
Satoru. He was coming closer.
“Saki, are you okay?”
“Satoru…run,” I finally managed to choke out.
“Can you move?”
The voice was right next to me. A face appeared over me, looking into mine. Although I couldn’t see his expression, it was unmistakably Satoru.
“I don’t think so.”
“Don’t give up. Let’s hurry and get out of here,” Satoru pulled me up.
With his help, I somehow managed to get back on my feet.
“Can you run?”
I shook my head.
“Let’s walk then.”
“No…it’s too late.”
“What are you talking about?”
I looked over Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru turned as well. In the darkness were countless glowing eyes. I could faintly hear them breathing.
“We’re completely surrounded by queerats.”
I was sure that we were going to die right there. But fortunately, I was wrong. The two of us were driven forward at spear-point by a group of queerats. They seemed to still be wary of us, and always kept a distance of at least three meters away. Thanks to that, we weren’t tied up or pushed around by them. But their spears were always pointed at us, and a little ways away a group of them had their bows at the ready.
“Did the others escape?” I asked quietly.
“I’m not sure. I lost sight of them soon after we entered the forest.”
I wondered if the queerats were going to forbid us to talk, but they didn’t seem to care. So I figured this was as good a time as any to ask.
“How in the world did you find me?”
“I saw you ahead while I was running.”
Chasing after me defeated the whole point of splitting up, but I didn’t have the heart to criticize him.
“The others probably got away.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
I knew he was just agreeing with me to try to cheer me up, but it worked.
The queerat in the lead signalled us to stop.
Ahead of us was a small clearing. Were they going to kill us here? I closed my eyes. A stick-like object poked me in the chest and my eyes snapped open again.
“Gigigigi….Grrrr!”
A queerat as tall as I was stood in front of me, armored and wielding a long spear. It appeared to be the leader of the group. I rubbed my chest where it had jabbed me. It hadn’t penetrated my shirt and I wasn’t bleeding. Looks like it had poked me with the butt end of the spear, not the point.
“Saki…!” Satoru rushed toward me, but another queerat stuck out its spear and tripped him.
“I’m fine. Don’t move,” I shouted.
Of course, I didn’t believe that we would be left unharmed if we followed their orders. Rather, at this point I was already halfway resigned to the fact that we were going to be killed.
The queerat in front of me started shouting again in its piercing voice. And for the first time, I got a good look at its face.
Beneath the black helmet glowed cruel, red eyes, and its piglike snout was the same as the queerats we had met at the canal as well as the one Rijin had killed earlier. But there was one clear difference. Its entire face, from forehead to chin, was covered in scales, like a pinecone.
Although scaly mammals, like pangolins, do exist, they are unheard of in rodents. In addition it was strange to see individuals with and individuals without scales in the same species.
The thought disappeared from my mind as I felt something cold and metallic on my cheek. The spear was pointed at me, moonlight glinting off its head.
Was this the end? As I thought this, the spear was retracted. I was going to be skewered.
The pinecone-faced leader let out a battle cry that sounded like a dying pig. I closed my eyes.
A few seconds later, I opened them again.
Nothing happened. Captain Pinecone was moving toward Satoru, who was being held back by a pair of queerats.
Before I had time to react, Captain Pinecone was thrusting his spear toward Satoru’s face. But it suddenly stopped, the point a hair’s breadth away from Satoru. It thrust the spear a second time, a third time.
Satoru tried hard to appear unafraid, but his knees gave out and he slumped against the queerats holding his arms. The next instant, the spear grazed his forehead.
“Satoru!” I started toward him without thinking, only to be stopped by a queerat’s spear.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Satoru said.
His forehead was bleeding. The wound looked painful, but shallow. I sighed, relieved that it wasn’t a serious injury.
The other queerats under Captain Pinecone looked relieved too. But probably not because of Satoru’s wound. It seemed like they hadn’t been absolutely certain that we couldn’t use our cantus. So they did this as a way to be sure before they took us back to their colony.
Once again, we set off through the forest.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
Satoru shook his head silently. The bleeding hadn’t stopped, so Satoru’s face was covered in dark streaks of blood.
“What’s going to happen to us?”
“We probably won’t be killed immediately,” he said quietly.
“How do you know?”
“They would’ve done it a long time ago.”
“Are you sure that’s not just wishful thinking?”
“Not just that. Before they came into the forest, they shot that whistling arrow, remember? That was probably a warning for us to stop. If they were going to kill us from the start, they wouldn’t have done that.”
“So why did they capture us?”
“Who knows. But, if today was the first time they were exposed to cantus, then despite being scared they’re probably interested in learning more about it, right? We’re the only source of information they have, so they won’t kill us carelessly.”
Satoru’s reasoning was probably right. For the time being, we weren’t in any danger.
We left the forest, and started up the hill once again. Our fatigue had peaked a long time ago, but the spears pointed at our backs forced us to keep going.
Still, we couldn’t help but look at the queerats. What was surprising was that out of the group of twenty or so, only about half of them looked like normal queerats. The other half had striking abnormalities that didn’t appear to be birth defects, but rather a purposely designed variation.
Both the captain and vice-captain were covered in scales, and upon closer inspection, I could see scales on their bodies in between the gaps in their armor in addition to the scales on their face and hands.
In the group of archers were four queerats who had bows twice the size of the other archers’, and each had an arm that was disproportionately large, like a fiddler crab. The larger arm, which held the bow, resembled a long club and seemed rather stiff, while the arm that nocked the arrows was shorter with a muscular upper arm. The forearm tapered toward the hand and the fingers appeared to have pairs of hooks on them.
Two other queerats, with huge eyes like a chameleon and large ears like a bat, constantly monitored our surroundings, swiveling their eyes and ears this way and that.
There were also ones with a single long horn on their heads, or with abnormally long limbs, but I couldn’t imagine what the use of these features were.
“What’s up with these guys? It’s like a monster parade,” Satoru said.
“Well, they are queer rats.”
“I didn’t know that’s what the name meant.”
It really wasn’t funny at all, but somehow this boosted our spirits just a little bit.
As we climbed the hill, the moonlight revealed a path surrounded by the ghostly silhouettes of the trees. But the queerats turned away from the path and slipped through a narrow gap between multiflora rose bushes. We had no choice but to follow, pushing through the thorny branches.
I wonder if these bushes were planted specifically to deter predators from approaching their nest. As I was thinking about this, the winding path suddenly opened up.
At first glance it looked like an empty meadow, but the queerats visible near the base of the big Mongolian oak trees indicated that their nest was there. The entrance was cleverly camouflaged by tall weeds, so it seemed like the queerats were appearing out of thin air.
One queerat, conspicuously larger than all the others, made its way forward sluggishly, pushing aside the smaller queerats. It wore a cloak draped over its leather armor and was unmistakably the highest ranked in the colony. But its most distinguishing feature was its protruding, hammer-shaped head.
Captain Pinecone dropped down on all fours and crawled deferentially towards Hammerhead. The two started discussing something. Hammerhead glared at us with its beady eyes while giving orders to Captain Pinecone.
I was afraid that we were going to be lead down into the pitch black tunnels, but instead we were driven away from the nest, into the woods. There was a giant birdcage, two meters across and one and a half meters tall, made out of the vines of multiflora roses wrapped around the branches of the trees.
There didn’t appear to be an entrance to the cage, but one area was devoid of branches and only had the stems of the roses stretching from top to bottom. The queerats parted the stems with their spears and ushered us inside. When they withdrew their spears, the stems sprang closed again. It would be impossible to get out without being cut to pieces by the thorns. In addition, a sentry was posted outside, watching us darkly.
The cage wasn’t tall enough for us to stand in, so we had no choice but to sit on the cold ground with our backpacks as a cushion. The moonlight was just bright enough for us to barely make out each other’s faces.
“It’s been a rough day, huh,” Satoru said, in a gentler voice than I could ever have imagined him using.
Tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to spill over.
“Seriously, worst day ever. …Satoru, how’s your wound?”
“It’s perfectly fine. The blood’s dried already; it only just nicked the skin,” he said, wiggling his ears.
He was the only one in our class who had that talent. I relaxed and gave a small smile. The blood on his forehead made the cut look serious, but as he said, it wasn’t really a big deal.
“What do we do now?”
“Anyway, all we can do now is wait to be rescued. If Shun and them make it out okay, they’ll alert the village.”
How long would we have to wait until the rescuers got here? Just thinking about it was depressing.
We sat pressed against each other in the narrow birdcage.
“It’s still watching us, huh.”
It’s been about an hour since we entered the cage, but the sentry was still glaring suspiciously at us. It met my eyes and turned away, but looked back toward us soon after.
“Ignore it. It’s just a stupid queerat,” Satoru said, putting his arm around my waist.
“But, somehow…hey, what are you doing?” I directed the second half of my sentence toward Satoru.
“Your nerves are probably all frazzled, right? I’ll help you relax,” he said, leaning over me stiffly. The light behind him hid his face in shadows, but I could still see his eyes glittering brightly.
“Okay. I’ll do it. Just lie back,” I put my hand on his chest.
Satoru stopped moving. I felt his heart beating through his T-shirt. I smiled, and slowly pushed him over.
The pale moonlight illuminated his face as I ran the back of my hand gently down his cheek. Satoru closed his eyes, and kept contentedly still, like a pet cat.
When I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his forehead, Satoru buried his face in my chest.
I caressed him gently from his neck to his wrist, to his torso.
Until now, we never had a chance to touch each other like this. But our usual interactions, snapping and teasing each other, were all expressions of love.
Satoru was completely hard now. Until now, I’ve only had experiences with girls, so I didn’t know what to do with a boy. When I touched him through his jeans, I could feel its heat and pulsation through the thick material. What was I supposed to do?
I tried to bide my time by running my hands over Satoru’s inner legs, squeezing his butt, but he grabbed my hand and put it on his genitals.
I undid the button and unzipped his jeans. He was so hard that it looked like his boxers were about to rip.
Once again I caressed his most sensitive part. This time, I could see its size and shape much more clearly through the thin material of his boxers. I thought it was interesting that it looked almost alive, reacting to my touch like a little pet.
Suddenly, the false minoshiro’s words echoed in my ears.
“When stress among members of a group arise, bonobos will relieve it through intimate sexual contact. Mature males and females engage in sexual intercourse, and immature individuals or individuals of the same sex will rub their genitals together in an imitation of intercourse. This prevents conflicts and maintains order within the group…”
No. We’re not monkeys.
I shook my head, trying to drive away unneeded thoughts.
But. There were strict rules in the Code of Ethics regarding sexual acts between boys and girls, almost to the point of being forbidden. But something just one step away from it, that is, contact between two people of the same sex, was allowed, even encouraged. Why is that?
“The first step was to have frequent physical contact. Hand holding, hugging, and cheek-kissing. The second step was to encourage contact between opposite and same sexes from childhood to puberty. The idea was to make it a habit to use sexual play, and the ensuing orgasms, to dispel tensions between people. And the third step was to encourage free sex among mature humans.”
If what the false minoshiro said was true, then all of this was just something created to protect our society…
“What’s wrong?” Satoru asked, because I had suddenly stopped moving.
“Nothing, sorry.”
“This time, let me do it,” he said, groping me.
“W-wait…!”
Satoru probably thought he was being gentle, but he was actually tickling me. I squirmed and threw my head back. Then I felt a pair of eyes drilling into me. The sentry. It stared unblinkingly at us.
No one, adult or children, wants to be watched when they’re having an intimate moment with their partner. So when an outsider happens upon a situation like this, the proper thing to do would be to look away and leave as soon as possible.
But then, when the third party isn’t human, there isn’t such an expectation. Once when Maria and I were spending time together on the Hamasaki sand dunes, Shun’s bulldog Subaru was there as well, though I don’t remember how that came to happen.
In this case though, the queerat’s gaze was different from Subaru’s, and felt extremely unpleasant. It obviously didn’t understand the meaning of our actions; all its primitive brain could imagine were obscene acts as it looked lewdly at us with, saliva dripping from its mouth.
Since I had stopped moving again, Satoru opened his eyes.
“What now? Stop teasing.”
“I’m not. …look,” I flicked my eyes in the direction of the sentry.
Satoru tsked. “Just ignore it.”
“I can’t.”
His fun spoiled, Satoru glared menacingly at the queerat.
“Damn it. That bastard. I’ll deal with it.”
“Without your cantus?”
Sensing mockery in my words, Satoru’s face became sullen. “Even without cantus, humans still have knowledge.”
I decided to keep my scathing retort to myself. “…but there’s nothing you can do. You can’t get out of the cage, and you can’t talk to it since it doesn’t speak our language.”
Satoru thought for a while, then his eyes lit up. I had a bad feeling about this, but kept silent for now. Satoru started rummaging through his backpack.
“What are you looking for?”
“This,” he said proudly, pulling out a white bird’s egg, no, a haythatcher’s fake egg.
“What are you going to do with it?”
When the fake egg is struck, it explodes and what’s called a “devil’s hand” springs out, emitting a foul smell and covering two to three meters of the surrounding area in feces. Be that as it may, the force of the blast isn’t enough to kill. At the most it’ll just enrage your enemy.
“Well, just watch.”
Satoru shuffled toward the entrance of the cage on his knees, holding out the fake egg to the queerat. This was the first time we had tried to communicate with it, and it appeared extremely wary, waving its spear at us with unnecessary force.
“Hey, don’t be so angry. You’ve been on your feet for a while, so you must be hungry, right? This bittern’s egg is really delicious,” Satoru coaxed, rolling the egg toward the entrance.
The sentry turned its head, following the egg’s path. It hesitated for a moment, then stuck out a paw and caught it.
“Are you stupid? Even queerats know about the fake eggs.”
“Really? I don’t think so,” Satoru sounded nervous and expectant, but also surprisingly confident. “These guys just came over from the mainland, right? Haythatchers seem to be endemic to Kanto, so they might not recognize it.”
“Still, it’s just going to get covered in poop and be really pissed off. Because, unless it swallows it whole like a snake…”
Satoru gave a small shout of surprise. I turned to see the queerat open its mouth and drop the egg in.
What happened next was cruel and hard to watch.
I was just about to scold Satoru that he shouldn’t have done such a horrible thing, but saw that he appeared even more shocked than I was, so I decided not to say anything.
The sentry was no longer moving. It was probably dead. It didn’t even have a chance to cry out, so our crime would remain undiscovered for now.
“What now?” I asked softly.
{Because of my indecisiveness, it looks like I’m always asking other people for answers.} This time, I just wanted Satoru to say something, anything.
“…have to run away,” Satoru whispered. “Once they realize we killed this guy, there’s no way they’re gonna let us live.”
“But how do we get out?” I grabbed a rose stem, but jerked my hand back as a thorn pierced my finger.
We would be scratched bloody if we tried to force our way out.
“That’s it!” Satoru pointed at the spear lying near the dead sentry.
His arm just barely fit in the gaps between the stems on the cage door. Satoru emptied out his backpack and used one of the shoulder straps to try to lasso the spear. He wasn’t very good at it, but eventually managed to get the strap looped around the handle and dragged the spear a little closer.
“Let’s switch,” I said, seeing the cuts on his arm, but Satoru shook his head, not wanting to give up.
“Got it!”
Though he finally managed to get the spear, his arm was now covered in blood.
Mimicking the queerats, he used the spear as a lever to try to separate the bars of the cage, but just one wasn’t enough. He needed two spears to get the opening wide enough.
“I guess we’ll have to cut through it.”
As he hacked away at the stems, I realized that the spearhead was made of stone, whereas Captain Pinecone’s spearhead was made of metal.
“Hurry up, or we’ll be found out!” I said anxiously.
“Just a bit more,” Satoru said, sawing as quickly as he could without a word of complaint.
He was usually a show-off, sarcastic, and snapped at the smallest criticism, so I was struck by how different he was right now.
Thankfully, the obsidian, or whatever it was that the spearhead was made of, was surprisingly sharp. But it still took Satoru two or three minutes to cut through the stems. We couldn’t afford to lose any more time. Satoru twisted the trailing stems around the handle of the spear and pushed them up.
“Hurry! Get out from here.”
There was just enough space between the stems, so I got down on all fours and crawled through.
Handing his backpack to me, Satoru got ready. It was hard to hold back the stems and get out of the cage at the same time, but he managed. He was a bit bigger than me though, so the thorns caught him in a few places. At this point, he was covered in wounds. It would probably affect him in the long run.
Crouched low to the ground, we peeked through the trees and saw a large group of queerats tracking Shun’s group, but upon straightening up, realized there were only two or three of them. The rest were going in and out of the nest.
“Okay, let’s go.”
We walked quickly and quietly away from the nest, away from where our canoes were hidden on the beach of Kasumaga Inlet, but we would not be able to escape otherwise. After a couple of meters, we broke into a run.
“Which way are we going?”
“Just keep going straight.”
How long has it been since we were captured? The moon was already setting toward the mountains in the distance.
We ran desperately through the dark mountain paths. If we were caught again, I had no doubt that only death would await us.
“Shouldn’t you get rid of that?” I asked, panting.
Satoru was still holding on to the spear as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
“It might come in handy again,” he answered shortly.
I couldn’t help but think about all the bad situations in which a spear would be handy. Especially for two kids who had just lost their cantus and only had this lousy spear for a weapon.
The next forty or fifty minutes passed without event. Even though we were exhausted, we somehow managed to keep going. Fortunately, it didn’t seem like anyone was chasing us, but that just made us more nervous.
A mournful melody suddenly came to my mind, along with a verse we had learned in Harmony School.
Home gets farther away. Farther away.
Turn back along the road. Turn back.
“How long are we going to go this way?” I was almost at my limit.
“We just have to get away from their nest.”
The only thing Satoru was thinking about were queerats coming after us.
“We’re heading west, right? If we keep going, we’ll be going farther and farther from Kasumiga Inlet.”
“But we can’t go back. Until we find a detour that’ll take us around, we’ll have to keep going this way.”
“But all these paths are straight. Why don’t we go off the path and head back?”
“If you go into the forest in the middle of the night, you’re just going to get lost. You can’t tell which way you’re going and you might end up where you started,” Satoru shivered.
“But if we keep going down these paths, it’ll be easy for them to find us.”
“That’s why I’m trying to put as much distance between us as possible.”
Our ideas were completely opposite to each other. Satoru showed no sign slackening his pace, so I had no choice but to follow.
But he suddenly came to a halt.
“What’s wrong?”
Satoru put a hand to his lips and motioned for me to be quiet. He crouched down and looked intensely ahead.
I followed his gaze. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
I was just about to say something when I heard a rustling sound in the thickets ahead.
We froze.
Twenty, thirty meters ahead, on both sides of the path were shadows that resembled small humans. Some of them held what looked like spears or swords.
“Queerats…”
The despair was overwhelming. Grasping his crude spear firmly, Satoru took a step forward.