Dinoplot 3 || Faith and Trevor part 3

[scooby_rebel]

They'd been walking for fucking hours and were both hungry and thirsty, filthy and tired. The ground had started to slope upwards a little when they came upon a pool made by a fallen tree. It looked sort of new, like maybe the quake had taken it down. There were still ferns that looked like they were growing beneath the surface of the water

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[fights4britain]

He'd come to the full conclusion that he hated the jungle. No, really, he had. In the city Trevor could handle anything, even if he didn't want to walk he could just nip a car and be off, it was that easy. But all the walking, and the bushes that sometimes had thorns and the animals and the rocks and uneven ground, it was just enough to make him want nothing more than to make the universe collapse in on itself.

"If I ever see another bloody thorn bush in my fucking life, I'll fucking kill myself just so I can track down God and tear him a new one for inventing the bloody things." He griped tiredly with a cringe as he pulled stray thorn from the soft spot between his thumb and finger after having drunk his fill of the water he suspected had amoebas swimming around in it somewhere.

[scooby_rebel]

Faith looked up and wiped the water from her lips with the back of her hand. "If you hate 'em so much, how come you don't piss on them?" she asked in a dry tone with a teasing smirk.

Once she'd drank all she could stand, she reached down to tear off the hanging tail of her shirt. Wadding it up, she dipped it in the cool water and began to dab at her stomach where the scratch had turned from a simple scab to something angry and red, seeping clearish gunk.

"I'm fucking hungry."

[fights4britain]

"Maybe I will," he groaned, finding a patch of earth that was firm and dry and slumping onto his back as he tried to ignore the soreness and tiredness that his body seemed to be screaming at him. Fucking dinosaurs with iron jaws. Fucking thorn bushes.

"I'm--" he trailed off, having about to say similar but turning his head and watching her, his face pulled into the universal expression of ewwwww. "--vaguelly disgusted. That's fucking sick."

[scooby_rebel]

"Yeah, well...it is what it is, yo," she shrugged. With her shirt up, the scars on her body were clear, everything from the long line where B had slid the knife in like she was made of butter, to the dark round dots under her arm where cigarettes had been extinguished on her skin.

She was bruised and broken, cut, scarred, and damaged, and she didn't seem to notice any of it. She just took it in stride because she was still the hottest piece of ass around.

"I think it's infected, though. That can't be good. I don't guess you've got some neosporin in them magic pockets of yours?"