Kirsten sighed. "The plane crashed. So far, we have 7 survivors," she told him. "Most of our supplies are gone, but we're hunting for more."
Roleplay, anyone?
“There’s a fresh water source downhill,” Callie said. “I was able to collect some water in my purse. I spilled some tripping over a pebble though. We’ll probably need a better carrying system. We’ll also need to start a fire to clean it.”
"I'll deal with the fire." Kirsten piped up. She jogged back into the forest, in search of a birch tree. She found a small grove of them and stripped off a few pieces of bark before heading back to camp. Within minutes, a steady fire was burning in a curved wooden metal container from the plane.
“Thanks, Kirsten!” Callie said. She took some sticks and made a structure. Then she carefully hung the leather bag of water high over the fire, hoping it wouldn’t burn.
Mr. Nikolas pulled himself up against the tree, "You students are actually cooperating on something, I must be dead," he mumbled, voice watered down with pained grogginess.
Cassie laughed softly beside Mr. Nikolas.
Cassie's laugh caused the teacher's mouth to twitch a little with a smile.
"We're not always at each other's throats, you know." Cassie commented to her teacher.
"Well…" Pine joked, breathless with anxiety and simply trying to lighten the mood. "We have our moments."
Cassie gave a sad laugh. She looked up at Pine and said softly, "Yeah, maybe we should fix that." Cassie hoped that the setting sun concealed her blushing.
Pine blushed softly and ran his hand through his chestnut brown hair. "I'd like that."
Cassie's cheeks turned a shade of bright red, remembering that there we four others watching them. She nodded then turned her attention back to Lucy.
Pine remained gazing intently at Cassi for a few moments before peeling his eyes off of her and addressing everyone else. "Do we feel like staying here for the night, or looking for the plane?"
Cassie looked back at Pine. "I can't walk, and Lucy's out cold, soooo………………………….."
"Good point." Pine sat down criss-cross-applesauce on the pine needle-laden ground, his gaze raking over everyone. Is this it?
Cassie reached over and put her hand on his knee comfortingly. "Don't worry. For all we know we could have all been out for days. If anyone else is alive, the'll survive."
Kirsten observed the exchange between Pine and Cassie with a soft smile. She turned to the sun and closed her eyes. This was not an ideal situation, obviously, but they absolutely could make do with what they had.
"We should think about food. Two, maybe three people. Two others go around gathering any supplies, and the rest hunt for more people, get an idea of how many kids are still alive." she said quietly.
“Sounds great. I’ll go search for supplies and people. The two lovebirds have already done a lot today,” Callie sighed.
Cassie quickly removed her hand from Pine's knee and blushed bright red.
Callie giggled and winked at Cassie.
"Who's on water duty again?" Mr. Nikolas spoke, massaging his pounding temples. "Do any of you have a phone to check for signal by chance..?"
Pine jumped and stood up quickly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "No! We're just… Being supportive, is all." He blushed even more and turned away, making a lame excuse about needing to use the bathroom and dashing out into the woods with his poetry notebook, recently discovered in his luggage.
Finding a hollowed out log, he sat and began to write. He knew of no other way to truly express himself.
Our world is collapsing,
But I won't let you fall….
"I already tried." Cassie told him. "It didn't work."
“I collected some water. It’s boiling over the fire in an attempt to sterilize it. As for phones, mine was broken when I found it,” Callie said.
"Mother[fudge]." He muttered, looking up at the sy through the arms of pine tree branches.
(XD i hope you all appreciate my censoring tactic, haha )
Cassie was appalled at her teacher. He never cursed. "Ummm…………………………" She didn't know how to ask him to stop without being rude.
Callie was taken aback by her teacher’s crude language. She decided to just ignore it (she’s heard it multiple times, just not from a teacher), and she left to look for people one last time before calling it a night.
Kirsten turned a blind eye to her teacher's language and walked off, grabbing a decent-sized rock and searching for any kind of food.
"I'll… I need to step away for a minute." The teacher dismissed himself, voice tight and brinking shakes, and left to try and figure this out. Well, it wasn't much to figure out— but he needed to calm down before panic ensued. When would his wife hear about this?
Callie looked around and saw nothing: no people, no wreckage, and practically no life. Everything was still. Not even the slightest movement came from the smallest grass blade. Callie just wanted to sit down and watch the rest of this sunset. She took her journal out of her pocket and began writing everything that has happened. She thought to keep track of all their supplies. She looked up and noticed it was already dark. She turned back around, going to tell her classmates that she found nothing. What she saw was not was expected. A black bear stood over her.
Callie’s first reaction was panic.
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHK!!!!!!”