I work in sullen silence, snapping branches and handing them to Jasper who weaves them into our growing makeshift shelter. The sun continues it's slow descend, creating a deep orange lighting on the landscape, that would have been gorgeous if, you know, I wasn't busy constructing a shelter that would keep 'monsters' from eating me alive.
I break the heavy tension with a loud branch snap then ask, "So, what exactly is your plan here? Because this thing-" I point out to lopsided structure and continue, "doesn't exactly scream 'five-star accommodations.'"
Leaning back, Jasper inspects his handwork while brushing off sand from his hands. "It's not supposed to be five-star, Thea. This shelter's only supposed to keep us warm and keep...other things out."
"Other things." I narrow my eyes
