To kill or to be killed

Good memories.

With his left hand, he's holding my hands tightly while holding the flashlight on his right.

We only have one flashlight but I bet he doesn't need it anyway, he walk as if he's so familiar with the place, he step on the way with no hesitation.

"Lemme guess, you've been here a lot before, am I right?"

"Hmm yeah, that camp was also mine and Jacky's camp before that's why I'm familiar with this place"

He answer without looking at me.

"You still chose to set up camp on that place because?"

He paused for a minute before a small smile appeared on his face.

"It brought back memories… and there are also a lot of tunnels and caves near that place, if ever there's a danger we can hide or run right away, there's also a big sewer near there which leads us on the highway"

I couldn't help but nod, he's really familiar with this place, well I mean, he won't be a winner if he can't even familiarize one place.

He's a complete opposite of me.

We have a lot in common but we have a lot of differences too