Why Not?

Chapter 5: No Worries

Clarke looked up at the dark sky. "It's getting darker, Lexa, we should make a tent or something."
Lexa laughed. "Are you sure you read survival books, Clarke? I'm pretty sure tents don't appear out of nowhere."
Clarke stuck her tongue out. "No mocking, Grounder. I don't see you making a shelter."
Lexa shrugged. "Give me my orders, survival expert."
Then it started to rain. Fantastic.
"Get wood. Like, fallen branches and stuff," Clarke said, zipping up her jacket and pulling the hood over her head.
"Okay, but you're helping."
Clarke shrugged and walked with Lexa into the forest. Immediately they found four fallen branches. "Awesome!" Clarke exclaimed, grabbing them and carrying them back. Lexa searched for some more and found quite a lot of strong-looking branches. Huh. Weird that there were so many. Was it possible that- no. Why would anybody else be in this forest? And why would they leave branches here anyway?
Lexa glanced around, then picked up the branches. "Clarke!" She yelled. "Come carry the rest of these to the tree line."
Clarke ran to Lexa and stopped, smiled at her, then started carrying back some branches. Lexa felt herself involuntarily smile back. It was hard not to.
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Soon they had a giant pile of branches. "Okay, we have wood, but how do we make a shelter?" Lexa asked, looking to Clarke for help.
Clarke pulled a little survival book out of her pocket. "You brought a book? When were you going to tell me?" Lexa asked, annoyed at the blonde-haired girl. "I honestly forgot about it," Clarke replied with a chuckle as she tried to find something about building shelters. "Here it is, Grounder. Just follow these instructions. It looks super easy."
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It was not 'super easy', but they did it by the time the sun started to rise again. And they were both exhausted. "We should have brought supplies," Lexa grumbled tiredly, stumbling into the little shelter they'd created and falling onto the grass, her eyes already closing.
Clarke laid down next to her, complaining about the grass being wet. "Shut up," Lexa mumbled. "Fine, grumpy," Clarke said back, closing her eyes.