Briar pov
That evening we all sit around the campfire. It still early dark and that makes it even nicer. We talk happily while waiting until the fox is ready, it actually smells good. I don't want to ruin the good mood of everyone, but we've to make new plans. Soon we're lost 2 weeks and I doubt the police is still searching for us. Besides, we're running out of food. We've food for 1 maybe 2 more days. It hasn't snowed in a few days, but it's still freezing.
But more important, I want to know in how much danger we here are. 'Mr. Carter' wrote down that we would be unfindable, but maybe some bad people find out and come to get all the money. Did I tell the others about the amount of money? There were thousands of dollars hidden in a box under his bed. Maybe those guns are in this bus for
