They continued their journey, when Shoto and the others returned. On their way they saw people sucked dry, it was a camping site. They were in their tents and they all looked peaceful.
"uurhg"
Atta and Lawhey hurled and covered their mouth, the other went round picking up supplies.
"What happened here?"
Lawhey asked
"Mosquitoes"
Helton said standing over a body.
After they were done scavenging they continued their journey. Pencil was going hunting and Atta asked she could tag along.
They walked the forest searching for game.
"So what does Pencil mean"
Atta said trying to make conversation.
"It's a silly story actually"
Pencil said and and chuckled.
"It means you are alright, at least that's what it meant for to him."
" To who? "
" It was given to me by a man named Bob. I use to steal from him, he repaired Cars, Murks anything that had an engine. I stole parts and sold it for money. One day he caught me stealing and he asked me what I did with the parts. I told him I was building a murk.
Since that day, he placed parts by the door for me every day. One day when I got there, he had been beaten very badly.
The last thing he said to me was
"I'll love to see your murk"
I found out later he had been stealing, parts from his clients. The same part he gave to me. "
Tears began to roll down her cheeks, Atta hugged her. She rubbed her back in effort to make her feel better.
" I killed him"
Pencil said sobbing.
"No you didn't, the people who beat him did"
Atta said as she still hugged her.
"I lie to him, he thought he was doing a good thing.I feel guilty, I sold the parts he gave his life for. "
Pencil said, and Atta held her head and looked into her eyes and said.
"You will built it, and it would be the best one ever built. He would be proud from beyond the grave."
Pencil stopped crying after what Atta said she. Still looking at each other in the eyes, Pencil kissed Atta. Before Atta realized, she had kissed her back it was too late. She let it go for awhile longer and pulled away.
Atta walked away, and Pencil followed her. They walked side by side not saying a word.
Pencil kept looking at Atta, though she noticed. She didn't say anything or look in her direction.
Then they say a hare, and Pencil pulled out her gun. Atta placed her hand on her gun, and they looked at each other. Atta pointed at her eyes then at the hare and showed Pencil two fingers.
She pulled a knife from a sheath strapped to Pencil's belt. Which she used in making a spear, she threw it and pierced the hare pining it to the ground. Then Pencil shot the other one.
"It wasn't silly"
Atta said in effort to break the silent streak.
"What?"
Pencil said to keep her talking
"Your story, it wasn't silly"
"Well, the actually story is, when he was little. The man who owned his shop, asked him if he knew what a pencil was. He said it means something you're alright with. The man did not correct him, he made him think that till he finished his apprenticeship. He told him he was waiting for him to figure it out, because he knew he could. It took him about ten year before he knew what it was. "
They both laughed.