[ He lingers by the outskirts of their new compound, occasionally disappearing into the woods and emerging again. The glint of guns and the promise of death keeps him at bay, leaving him to hunt for his own food and sleep in the open because if he leaves they may be gone. He has no plan, no back ups, Dirk has nothing now. Out of ammo with a broken sword, long forgotten and fuck.
His fingers wind in his dirty hair and he continues his pacing. ]
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His fingers wind in his dirty hair and he continues his pacing. ]