It takes another 17 hours for the rest to wake up, explaining the situation, and calming down the hot-heads. I find a notepad and pen in my drawstring bag which managed to stay with me in the midst of the chaos.
Allison Bryant, 10
Jacqueline Bryant, 12
Marcus Logan, 21
Dylan Luther, 38
Maria Malone, 17
Christina Morgan, 26
Austin Georgia, 50
Reagan Victor, 33
The abrasive girl who refuses to talk
Madeleine Grace, 18
Thomas Luke, 29
Elizabeth Martin, 52
Patrick Wentz, 34
Brendan Stump, 30
Lexa Wells, 19 and terrified
15 people. All ages and genders and races and none of us have any clue what we're doing out here.
"We need to set up camp!" Dylan argues.
"No we should keep moving and hunt the bastards that took us!" Marcus says, shooting to his feet.
"That's irrational. We need to set up camp and find supplies, food and water need to be our priorities here!" Austin chimes in.
The abrasive, quiet, beautiful girl just sighs, completely done with this situation.
After half an hour of arguing we settle on ten of us staying in this clearing and setting camp while the rest go find food. I can already tell, Dylan and Marcus are going to be a problem.
"So what's your name?" Dylan asks with a smirk, catching up to the silent girl.
She walks on, ignoring his being.
"I'm Dylan if you didn't know that, it's pretty scary this whole deal but keep you safe." He grins and looks her up and down like a piece of meat. She groans and jogs up next to me at the front.
"Prude!" Dylan calls. In a millisecond the girls foot is lodged firmly in his sternum and he is keeling over, coughing and sputtering.
I suppress a laugh but some slips out, earning a glare from the douche on the ground.
Blackberries, a freshwater stream and two squirrels re all we manage on the excursion.
Marcus chased the squirrels for an hour and stabbed them with his hunting knife until they died, it made me strongly consider veganism.
Night falls fast and soon another fire is built. It didn't take me long to notice this trend but everyone seems extremely experienced in the outdoors. All of them seem to have their own pocket knives and a nap-sac quite like mine. Full of random but oddly necessary items. Our camp consists of three large forts made of emergency blankets surrounding the designated fire pit in the center. The men take up two tents and the woman fit comfortably into one. I won't be able to sleep but it's nice to have shelter, for now.
