A Hand basket to Hell

The news that Wilder was stuck in the woods hit a chord with her. They had become friends, hadn't they? Good, maybe it'll keep her from running off, maybe help her decide to put in the effort to be part of something bigger than herself. Maybe if she really applied herself here she could earn a place with them!

The way she replaced her mask over her face when she processed the task she had before her, made his heart sink. She was really going to hate him forever now. He pressed his teeth into his tongue to keep himself from falling apart. He nodded, "Ye-Yeah. Go ahead. Make sure you don't touch them. Come back when you get it." He was about to turn away to see if he could make a clean area to look at the samples, he turned back to her, "If you see if my dad and my brother- Well...If you see them... Let me know." He wasn't going to fall apart, he wasn't, he couldn't. He could feel his legs trembling.

"Speech"