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Stewart had been wandering for what had seemed like hours. God, he was so tired... and he thought that Boston was a jungle. Ha! That was nothing compared to this hell-hole. Then he noticed the trees were getting less dense. s**t, had he wandered back to the river?!? No, rivers didn't have waves! Finally escaping through the jungle he found himself on a beach. Could this be where Antony's camp was? He thought looking around for any signs of others.

The next time Antony looked over, she was surprised to see that Jamal was asleep again. This worried her, but she let him sleep and continued to tend to the meat that was skewered.

While waiting for it to finish, she went down to the surf and scrubbed her hands clean of the blood. Damn if she was going to get sick from raw meat. When her hands were clean, Antony made her way over to the beach bar, and after a bit of rummaging around a smile came to her face.

She had found some ziplock bags and two or three tupperware containers, and that was plenty enough for her and Jamal.

Making her way back over to the fire, the tattooed woman was pleased to see that the meat was done and not raw. After tasting a few bites, she deemed it absolutely amazing and ate half a skewer of meat hungrily. Luckily, she had the sense to know not to stuff herself after not eating much for days on end, and she immediately put the meat away into one of the tupperwares.

Putting a lid on it, she set it by the fire so that it'd stay warm, but far enough so the plastic wouldn't melt.

Her attention was turned back to the rest of the pig. Time to smoke the rest of this. Antony didn't want to take any chances that this stuff would go bad, so it wasn't until late afternoon that she finished smoking the last bit of the meat.

Overall, she was quite proud of herself, and after making a sort of disposal bag of sorts out of palm fronds, the remains were carried far down the beach. There, she dug a deep hole out of range of the surf, and then buried the animal's remains.

The fur was not buried, and had been skinned properly. Antony just couldn't seem to throw away the pelt. The animal had obviously been an albino, which was rare, and there was also something else that tugged at her. It was hard to place, and she didn't really want to think of it quite yet.

She had a sick black man to take care of... Yippy skippy.

Antony returned shortly, and put away the ziplock and tupperware'd meat in their 'fridge' of sorts. A frown came across her features when she saw Jamal's state, and immediately fetched some more water.

After a pause, she shrugged off her shirt and soaked it under the shower head they had been getting their water from. Once it was soaked and the bottles filled, Antony meandered back to where Jamal was laying.

Carefully lifting his head, she slipped under it so that his head could rest in her lap. Maybe that'd be a bit more comfortable. Ringing out her shirt on his face before pressing the damp cloth onto his forehead, Antony frowned at how much he had sweated out.

"Jamal... You need to drink some water," she said quietly. It wasn't a request, but more of a do it or else kind of tone.

She rolled her eyes, leaving the damp shirt on his forehead before opening the bottle and tilting to his lips. "Drink," she demanted, voice still rather quiet as to not hurt the obvious headache that he had.

Glancing over towards a noise of someone, Antony squinted to see the God-man explode from the forest. He didn't seem to notice her and since he was out of hearing range, she continued to take care of the oaf in her lap.

Luckily, Antony was in quite a good mood now that they had meat, and a damn large supply of it too.

Antony grinned slightly, dabbing him with her shirt again before putting the water bottle down at her side, "Some kind of pig... We have meat to last us a long time."

She positively beamed at this, proud that all the work that they had put into their trap had finally payed off.

Somehow, she couldn't shake the red eyes out of the back of her mind...

"Pig...pig is good," he said absently, eyes closing fully as the thumping in his skull increased tempo for a few moments. That and he swore he saw some sort of violet-colored thumb-sized feline of some sort sit down on the bridge of his nose and peer into one eye. WTF.

"Glad we got somethin'. Maybe I'll feel better if I eat some...but I ain't hungry righ' now..."

He opened one eye hesitantly to see if the little cat was still sitting on his nose. It was, only it was now green. He wrinkled his brow nervously and forced himself to look up at Antony as he debated in asking her if she saw what he saw.

As the water trickled down his face, he had a distinct feeling that it wasn't water moving across his skin, but it was his actual skin that was sliding off the bone. A brief look of panic and a quick accessment of his facial skin with a hand assured him that this wasn't the case, but he realized that his kitty-of-another-color was still sitting on his nose (now a brilliant shade of red) and started to lick the space between his eyes. Damn thing.

"Get off," he growled at it as he ignored her comment of fever, trying to flick the 'cat' off his nose but found that the little beast was apparently a gymnast in it's spare time. It all but did a somersault over his fingers as he flicked, then settled in to lick between his eyes again, giving a rumbly purr as it did so. Argh.

Giving up on the cat again for the moment, he followed Antony's gaze down the beach, biting his tongue as the motion made his headache become a more dull thump, relieving some of the pressure. He could sort of see a figure approaching, but none of it was of a description that he remembered, plus it was all blurry. Well, whatever....

"Tell 'em we ain't got nuthin," Jamal said groggily as he drapped a hand over each eye as his head moved to straight up and down in her lap once again. "Ain't got nuthin'....nuthin' nuthin' nuthin'...."