Chapter 38: Bury

"Why didn't you use your own weapon?" Yve grumbled taking the spear from his hand as she wiped the blood of it on the dead man's clothes. She had expected some type of snarky remark from Aksel but there was nothing as such as she watched him stare at the scene before him. 

The eyes that had been sparkling with life before now dully stared above, the lips that were pulled into a smile was now parted open with blood flowing out of it. The air and the commotion all that had gripped Aksel before in the last few seconds was now as still as the lifeless body below him as he continued to felt the numbness of his actions grip his mind.

Noticing the lost look in his eyes Yve sighed feeling slight pity for him but she reckoned that pity and grief could be kept for later as she slowly placed his hand on his back and rubbing it slightly she said, "I know it's hard for you but we need to get out from here."