Everyone took a moment to watch the purple-haired guy's dramatic breakdown. He kicked the sand, screamed at the sky, pumped his fist in frustration, and threw the occasional glare at Paxton. Only when he was done did the others react.
The atmosphere was grim.
"There's no way those rations can get to us. We'd risk losing everything." Paxton stated.
"No!" The purple-haired guy shouted again.
Everybody ignored him.
"Okay," Paxton rubbed his palm together and asked. "Did anyone forget to bring snacks or water?"
Only one hand shot up. The purple-haired guy. Everyone cast him sympathetic glances and shook their heads. Bringing snacks and water was basic common sense.
"Good." Paxton said.
"But what we have won't last long." One of the Initiates pointed out.
"If the other group travels fast enough, we can regroup within twenty-four hours or less. We'll ration what we have and maybe find something edible in the forest." He gestured to the greenery looming behind them.
