The hostility from Matt was almost palpable, even Mike could tell. Then
again, he had been pretty clear about that back when they had first
ran into each other again at the cabin before this whole...mess. To put it
lightly. Still, he couldn't help but glance back at him over his shoulder, the
snow crunching under his boots as he walked. The woods had always
been kind of creepy, but with everything that had happened, he wasn't keen
on being lost in them as he currently was. Nothing like a wrong turn and a
fall to throw you off in such a way, even if he had come across another one
of his group in the process. It still set him on edge, though, and the feeling of
someone burning holes into the back of his head wasn’t helping.
“Look, I'm not asking for you to be my best friend or anything,” he started, “but
I can feel your glare and it’s not helping any of us. So, you wanna knock it off?”