Bianca's POV

We managed to get a fire going about an hour after we got back from gathering wood, and by that time it was getting dark.

Out of nowhere, my stomach growled.

"Hey Marcus?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do we have any food?"

He sat up suddenly (we had both been lying on the ground by the fire) and grabbed his backpack. He rifled through it and came up with one granola bar and a bag of trail mix.

"Oh god," I moaned. "We're going to die of starvation!"

"Actually," Marcus said, "we'll die of thirst before that."

"Thanks. That made me feel so much better," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, what are we supposed to do?"

"Uh," he said, "I guess we can drink from the stream? It most likely won't kill us."

"Most likely?" I asked skeptically.

"And I think I saw some berries in the woods I recognize," he continued, ignoring me.

"You think?" I put in.

"They probably aren't poisonous," he finished.

"Probably? You seem to be basing our survival off of a lot of maybes," I told him.

"Well it's either that or die for sure," he said firmly.

"Alright then, where are these berries? I'm hungry." Instead of leading me on a great berry retrieval, though, Marcus just tossed me the bag of trail mix.

"We have some food now," he reminded me, "and it's dark."

"Oh, right," I replied.  I settled back down and began munching on my bag of trail mix.

Marcus's POV

I may have somewhat solved the substance dilemma, but bedtime brought a whole new round of troubles.

"So you're telling me you have a fold up tent in that bag of yours but no sleeping bags? Not even an air mattress?"

"Sorry, but I don't," I told Bianca firmly. "If you don't like that you can stay awake all night."

"That's completely ridiculous," she scoffed. "I couldn't possibly stay awake all night, but I do refuse to sleep on the hard ground!"

"You didn't seem to have a problem with it a few minutes ago when you didn't want to get up to come to the tent!" I snapped.

"Tha- that's beside the point," she stammered, and I knew I'd made a point she couldn't refute. "And besides, you can't possibly tell me you're looking forward to sleeping on the ground!"

"No, but unlike someone, I'm not making a big deal about it!" I retorted. "If you're refusing to sleep, then by all means, do. But please do so outside the tent so that I may sleep in peace!"

With that, I turned the lantern off and curled up with my head on the makeshift pillow of my jacket. I heard Bianca muttering about how unfair it was for a few minutes, but then she quieted down and I heard her lie down next to me in the tent.

Well, I say next to me. Really, she's as far away from me as she can get in the tiny tent (which is what she had insisted on before moving to the topic of sleeping on the ground) but as far away as she could get was really only about a foot away due to the small size of the tent.

The last thing I remember is hearing the sound of Bianca's breathing before I fall into sleep.