"How many do you think they are?" Dedari asked Jacob as he watched his sister and Prest disappear into thin air.
"I'm not sure. Perhaps two or three." Jacob replied, taking the stance of a hunter watching out for its prey.
"You seem to have been hunting for a long time. How old are you?" Dedari inquired, taking the same stance as Jacob, his eyes cutting across the confines of the thick forest.
Jacob swallowed down a dry spittle, not knowing how to answer the question at first. What was it and this person's age? He thought, still looking around him for any sign of the undead. He should be done this quickly, so that he could get hold of a laptop. He needed to erase his data out of the government system before Dedari and the others could find out his real age.
