“You hear that?” asked Morgan at the head of the pack, he sounded like a leader. In a tight group fanning out behind him was Todd the shorter one, Jacob the silent type with an average build, Billy the skyscraper standing over six feet tall, and Randal was their muscle, being the stockiest of the bunch. They weren’t a group of menacing guys, yet, just people like Arthur who knew their way around the woods and preferred them over highways packed with desperate folks. It was more of a wandering mission, because they had nothing better to do. While on the one hand they were technically scouting ahead at night, none of them had any plans similar to Arthur’s to get extremely far from town. “There’s people all through these woods most likely,” Morgan went on. He was typically the one who initiated conversation. “Chances are we’ll run into someone sooner or later,” another agreed. “You smell that?” asked Todd with his youthful wavy blond hair picking up their tail end.
