What have we done?Where can we go?How long can we survive? Is this the end...? Five days. Five days is how long we scavengers have been out here. Banished. Fighting. Surviving. What is the point, there is no where safe for us to go, no where we can live in peace once again. We are the Scavengers that have been banished from our city, our home; sent into the wilderness after something we had no control over. All we did was try to survive, and we did and now we are here sentenced to death amongst the mutants. ~Jocelyn~ & / Nicolas/ A bead of sweat hung on Jocelyn's brow, she was cutting wood for a fire. It was about nine at night, and she stood chopping wood in order for the troop not to freeze to death. Nicolas stood exactly five feet away from her, guarding, watching for any sign of danger. The faint glow of the dying fire was in the background, and Jocelyn's body hammered down the ax, sending splinters flying as the wood split down the middle. "Nick, I have no clue what we are going to do." Normally Jocelyn wasn't one to show fear, let alone admit she had no idea what to do. She was frightened, they had ran into a hunchback and a dome-head within the last twenty four hours, and each time they seemed to get tougher to beat. Jocelyn sighed and spun to sit on the stump she hacked wood on. "Jocelyn, it will work out. We will find something, somewhere. We just have to keep trying." Nicolas drew closer to her, his heart beating fast. If his instinct was correct they were being followed again. They were hunting them. Nicolas surveyed the area, nothing they were hiding out of sight. The fog had rolled in, and the woods they were in was more ominous than usual. It was hard to spot something you could barely see through the fog. "What is it?" Jocelyn stood and walked over to him, following his gaze to the spot he glared at. There was nothing, at least she could see nothing. "They are still following us, aren't they, Nick." Jocelyn looked up at him. There was no way the troop was ready for another battle, half of them were injured and the other half were tired from protecting those who were vulnerable. Nicolas stared into the distance. "Let's get back to camp." He slung his bow over his shoulder and bent down to pick up the wood that laid on the ground. Jocelyn grabbed the remaining and the ax a fellow scavenger lent her. Jocelyn nodded and the two made their way south, back to the troop. [Joshua] & -Derek- "OW!" Josh pulled his arm away from the girl that stitched up his wounds, she had poured alcohol onto the open wound. He thought back to the fight that happened earlier that morning, a Dome-head had clawed at him, ripping open his arm. Joshua had a stern look on his face. "Would you stop moving, idiot." The girl spoke. Josh stiffened his arm, and pressed his head against the tree. "Just hurry up and close the wound, women." He glared at her, she than pressed into his wound, he groaned in protest. "Keep pressing harder into his arm, I think he likes it." Derek laughed as he moved out from behind the tree, looking down to Joshua. "Hi, cousin." A grin spread across Derek's face, he enjoyed knowing his cousin survived the attack earlier. "Hi...!" Joshua glared up at his cousin, he was a ass hole, but he had saved his life earlier by cutting into the damn Mutant's head. "Thanks again." Josh said both to the girl and to Derek. Moving his body, to a place his feet was planted firmly on the ground, he stood. "Josh, you don't have to thank me, you would have done the same thing for me." Derek swung his arm around his cousin and moved him forward closer to the dying fire. Joshua was his wives cousin, well until she died. Derek looked out into the distance. "Man, stop blaming yourself. She wouldn't want that so stop." Joshua moved out from under his cousin's arm and stepped in front on him, stopping him in his tracks. "You know for a fact, she would tell you to move on and fight to stay alive, stop dwelling in the past idiot." Thinking of his cousin, he smiled. Reaching out, Derek grabbed Joshua and rubbed his knuckles into Josh's hair. "Yeah, Josh." Pulling away Derek stepped closer to the fire and bent down placing his hands near the fire, warming them. The night had grown cold, and if they didn't get this fire picked back up they would surely freeze. As that thought crossed his mind, Jocelyn and Nicolas returned with enough fire wood to last the night. "Hey! Just in time the fire is about to die soon." Derek stood and ran over taking a few logs and bringing them back to the fire, placing them into spots that they would surely catch flame quickly. As he placed a quarter of the logs that were gathered into the fire, Derek looked around. People were pretty banged up and others were on guard. This was going to be a long night.