“Are they dead?” Phil’s eyes widened in horror. Most of the disciples were vegetarian. He was one of them.

“I think so,” Bekah said, fixated on Ray.

Ray proudly waved them for everyone to see. Red stained their necks. There was no mistaking they were dead. Ray grinned. “Who is hungry?” he asked.

We all stared back at him, too stunned to speak. Phil turned to Will, waiting for him to say something, since he was usually the one who stood up to Ray, but Will was still eyeing Ray in disbelief. Phil was too angry to wait on Will.

“That’s not funny,” he spat. “Where did you find them?”

“What do you mean, ‘Where did I find them?’” The goofy grin was still on Ray’s face. “I went hunting for them.”

Silence again.

Ray wanted us to pull it out of him. Something about the exchange pleased him, almost like he was playing some kind of a game. I hated when he acted like this.

Phil put his hand over his mouth and breathed deeply, working his jaw as he tried to get the breath past his chest and down into his stomach, where it could do some good. “How did you hunt them?”

“What do you mean?”

Phil narrowed his eyes to slits. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Ray feigned innocence. “Is there another way to hunt animals besides killing them that I don’t know about?”

Phil took a step closer to him. His chest puffed forward with challenge. “How did you kill them?”

Ray took a few steps forward and set the rabbits down on one of the chairs around the fire. He reached into the back of his pants and pulled out a handgun. “I shot them with this.”

Will jumped up, waving his arms around. “Put that thing away! What are you doing?” he shouted.