Honestly Jeremy wanted to get as far away from that lake as he possibly could as fast as he could. The cold continued to bite through his clothes and now his shoe was soaking wet from when he had almost stepped the whole way into that lake. That was not a good sign; he really didnâ€™t want to deal with the threat of hypothermia. He decided he wasnâ€™t going to bring it up either since really he didnâ€™t feel comfortable enough around the woman to voice anything personal. Here they were, two people with no clue in hell of what the fuck was going on, thrown into this situation, and he didnâ€™t even know this girl at all. He usually kept track of faces of people he didnâ€™t like or were important to him for the most part. Other than that he could care less, however he was sure that he would have recognized her if he had seen her somewhere else before.<br/><br/>This was all weird as hell and he didnâ€™t like it.<br/><br/>â€œI know Iâ€™d sure as hell like to take a few swings at the twat myself once he decides to be cocky enough to show himself, that bastard.â€ He glared into the darkness of the forest in the same manner. If that asshole showed his face, he knew he would strangle him without any hesitation, he was out for blood. â€œNow I donâ€™t know about you, but Iâ€™m getting far away from this lake. If someone is playing God then maybe we could conduct a search of our own, and then once we find the little bugger we dismember him. Sound like a plan?â€ He asked, looking back to her. There were so many things running through his mind right now: finding Margo, finding the asshole behind this nightmare, getting out of this nightmare, the list went on.<br/><br/>He wondered also why the hell this woman was thrown into this Hell with them. Either the asshole behind this knew both of them or he was just picking out random â€˜bad guysâ€™ and tormenting him. This â€˜Godâ€™ player was a sadistic twat, that was for sure, and it really pissed him off more and more as time went by.  Right now he figured the best option was to keep moving since he knew standing around this lake was both unnerving and would do them no good. If they were going to find and murder this bastard they needed to, as he said, conduct their own search and keep moving. Thinking back to the lake he couldnâ€™t help but wonder what else awaited them, and it made him shiver slightly. He hoped he could get the hell out of here soon. There were far worse things locked away in his skeleton closet that he never wanted to dig out again and this placeâ€¦ something was justâ€¦<br/><br/>Jeremy knew she was right about them not being able to just walk out. There was something deep down that told him that, like he knew he had to face whatever was here in order to leave. Once more he found the situation unnerving but he dared not show it. The only look on his face was that of a man who was determined to find out if his wife was alright and where this mysterious text sender was hiding out. A man ready to use that gun in his hands, or if he had to, bash the flashlight over someoneâ€™s head, being relatively calm at the same time. His blood still boiled, sure, but after that cigarette he felt a little better. More calm, relaxed, than he had been moments ago. It definitely took Margoâ€™s gentle touch to calm him down completely.<br/><br/>After awhile, deciding once again that if she agreed she would follow, Jeremy took a deep breath and started walking again, â€œWe should keep moving, then.â€ He told her as he held the gun and flashlight out in front of him. Anything to get away from that damned lake, he told himself.