Who: Cross and Alex, then Kenneth
When: Week 1, Day 6, early morning
Where: headed north
Rating: PG-13
Cross was ready to go extremely early. It hadn't been difficult for him to get up on time, because he'd barely slept. Somehow, the din of the Laughers was not conducive to getting rest, particularly when one was forced to sleep in a tree. He thought that the notion of a safer campsite was an excellent one, and he had high hopes that it would not involve living in trees. He'd definitely be willing to help with the building process.
Once daylight had stolen over the sky, he'd gone to relieve himself and splash water over his face and then he'd eaten the double handful of berries he'd put aside in one of his pockets. They were not particularly a taste treat, considering that their skins had hardened and become chewy in the time that they'd been off the bush from which they'd been picked, but he couldn't afford to be choosy, so he'd eaten them all. He found himself wondering if there were any native bugs here that were edible. Many people wouldn't consider eating one, live or dead, but Cross had always heard that they were an excellent source of protein. His mind was firmly on survival.
He waited for Alex at the far edge of the firepit, quiet and patient, hoping the morning mists would clear soon since he imagined they'd have quite a way to walk today.