Day Two: Early Morning

[Zangya]

It had been awhile since the quartet had spoken. They had remained silent for almost six hours, ever since Bojack had made his unexpected appearance. The group was split; Zangya and Celipa were in front, with Aero and Bojack tagging along in the rear—Aero slightly irked at having been the one designated to keep an eye on the fellow Ader.

“So,” Bojack said, breaking the silence, “Uh… my feet are tired. I want to rest.” The male Ader’s feet stopped, and the group turned around. They didn’t want to rest. They didn’t want to be susceptible.

“No.” Zangya’s mouth didn’t move much. Her head was throbbing, and she felt like rest was the only commodity she could keep. She wanted to wait until it was safe… until she had little chance of being ambushed. Right now, that chance wasn’t guaranteed. Only five people had been killed—twenty-one were still up for grabs to come and kill her.

Staying in one spot would not work.

The group kept moving, staying silent. Gokua hadn’t visited her for a long while, and she felt even more alone than before. She clutched her stomach and then glanced back at the men who were following—but to her surprise, only Aero stood in the picture that she expected there to be.

“Bojack?” she called. Celipa and Aero echoed these christenings. The group began to run back, retracing their steps, but they could not find Bojack. He was nowhere to be found. A blade of blue ki emerged in Zangya’s hand—if they were going to be ambushed, she was going to be ready. Suddenly, the smell of campfire cooking came into their sinuses. They peeked through the nearby bushes, and there was Bojack, sitting around the fire, stirring some stew.

“Now this crap doesn’t suck.”

OOC: A little post, but more is coming later today, don't worry.