A Whole New Life.

Chapter 3: Down By The River.

We lay there for 5 minutes. Then Mark got up. I knew it was him because I heard the squelch of his clothes. I opened my eyes again.  Mark was rummaging through the bags. I looked at them. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 bags. Wait, we only had 4, didn't we? I stared at Mark with a puzzled expression. Finally he looked at me, saw my expression and said, "What? You know I'm paranoid, so I hid bags everywhere. I even found some shelter." "Oh," I said, "Then take us to the shelter." "Yes, but first we need some food, we can't rely on tins every night. Grab a knife and get help get us some food," Mark said rather obnoxiously. "OKAY, sassy pants," I exclaimed, obnoxiously. I grabbed a knife and after 10 minutes had caught about 4 medium size fish. My brother had caught 4 big fish. He kind of rubbed it in, he  said, "What you catch is what you eat." "WHAT!!!!" "Okay, Okay. I'm just kidding. We each get 2 medium fish, and  we save the big fish for tomorrow. Follow me, I' show you the shelter," My brother said, with a huge, school-boy grin on his face. It took us 15 minutes to get to the shelter, which was a cave like structure in a small rock on our estate, in the middle of a forest. Mark started making a fire, while I wondered around. "Pretty sweet, Huh," Mark said, in the way that always reminded me  of my mother. "Yeah," I replied, staring at the cave. You could tell how paranoid my brother was. There were 3 single person size beds, made out of grass and moss. There was a door that we could put on the entrance hole, weaved out of grass. There was a fire pit, were Mark was trying to light a fire, with 2 sticks over top, ready for cooking things. There was a man-made rectangular hole in the wall, were two more backpacks were stored. I opened them up. I looked inside the first one and gasped with shock.