Having done it already, it was simply a matter of remembering where he had put his feet. The whole process took substantially less time than it had previously, and he was all the more thankful for it. His feet hit the partially mushy, partially damp grass. He strode over to where Astrid was standing with the bags. Her unsteady and shivering hands were rummaging through the food bag, and he figured it had been quite a while since either of them had eaten anything.

Crisps, chocolate bars and packaged sandwiches. It wasn't a lot, but with a bit of luck it would span them a good few days. How many days, she wasn't sure, but with a bit of rationing it would last them over a week. Hopefully.

"A week, maybe more." She said, taking a small chocolate bar for her and one for him. The familiar aroma and the sugary taste of the chocolate reminded her of home and sent a wave of desolation over her body. They were two forlorn figures in the middle of a sea of trees, clueless as to where they were and how they would survive this ordeal. Like a film, very much like a film, she thought. She half expected a man with a cap and a hot steaming cup of coffee to emerge from the bushes, tell her that this isn't real, that it's just an elaborate simulation.

"What now?" She asked, because quite frankly she was mystified and not one idea popped into her mind. Looking at him, she could feel his puzzled lineaments squashing her hopes.

"I really have no idea, we could go in any direction and hope that there is something, anything that could help us, but don't hold your breath." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, ostensibly to ease his nerves. They were in a very sticky situation. "We could, in any case, also stay right where we are and hope that maybe one of the pilots sent out a distress signal or something and that a command centre can track it." They had options, they just had to choose the right one.

"You know, we could just flip a coin."Hiccup dead-panned after a few silence filled moments. It wasn't even a half terrible idea, to flip a coin. It took the responsibility of choosing a path from either of them and left it down to chance and probability. "What do you think?"

Flipping a coin did not seem to fit the general mood and severity of their situation, a light hearted way to decide over whether they were going to have pizza or Chinese or to solve a dispute between two parties, now being used in a life or death situation. She couldn't help but laugh to herself, it sounded that crazy.

"Yeah, go for it." She said with a wave of her hand.

"Ok… Heads, we stay here, tails, we venture out." He reached down to take out his wallet and find a coin. Fidgeting a little with the coin, no doubt due to the nerves, he identified each side which served no apparent purpose but an attempt to put him at ease. He tossed it in the air.

"Tails." She heard him mutter. "I guess we're leaving." Was she supposed to be elated, distraught, confused, or all of them? Maybe she was neutral, no feelings yet. She'd find out soon enough.

"When are we leaving? Because I think we should rest a bit before we head out, don't you think?" She was right, he was absolutely knackered and could definitely use some sleep. They could sleep in the plane, but that meant climbing back up that perilous path and they'd be sleeping amongst the dead. A little too eerie for him, he decided.

"Yeah, you're right. I am pretty tired." He said with a yawn, just to emphasise said point. Now they had to figure out sleeping arrangements. "How do you want to sleep?" A comfortable sleep was ruled out fairly quickly, what with the ground being a little rough and bumpy. He just hoped that it didn't rain, anything but rain.

"I think we should bunch up together, you know, to retain as much body heat as possible. Layer up a lot as well, that should get us through the night at least." She hoped.

"Yeah that sounds like a good plan." And with that he set out to layer up as much as he could, while trying to lay down whatever he could to make the ground a little more enjoyable. She was next to him doing the exact same putting on another jumper and placing what she could on the floor. It was far from ideal, but they would have to make do with this.

They both sat down on their makeshift bed, shuffling awkwardly trying to get into a satisfactory sleeping position. He let his head rest on one of the thinner bags that isn't as hard as a suitcase. He could feel the individual contents of the bag when he moved his head around, but it wasn't uncomfortable. They were lying down less than a foot away from each other, staring up to the darkening sky, a scattering of stars emerging from the fading confines of the daylight. In any other circumstance he would've been in awe at how beautiful it was, but somehow he couldn't fully appreciate the view, too shaken up, still. "This is so fucked." He breathed, and had there been but more than just the quiet murmurs of the jungle surrounding them, she would've missed his words.

"So fucked." She whispered back after a while, the gentle wind carrying her words. Fingers interlaced on her stomach, she thought about home, about her dog and if she was fed, about her parents and her friends who must be getting so, so worried with every passing second. She too could feel their worry, she was alive, but she didn't feel like they would be for very long. Tears began to prick her eyes, blurring her vision of the stars up above. Thinking about who she'd be leaving behind just exacerbated her fear, anxiety and anguish. The were completely alone in the maze of trees and creatures. "Do you think we're going to make it out of here?" She whispered with a sniff, worry etched in her voice.

He had been lost in his thoughts when he heard her almost strangled voice, nearly silent. He had asked himself the same question a few minutes ago, and it dawned upon him that the possibility that they not make it out of here was incredibly real. It's something that you think will never happen to you, an untimely death. Seems so very incongruous and deranged. He understood what she was implying and he was stumped. "I don't… I don't know, honestly. I sure hope so." He did, and would until his last breath. That answer would not do much to quell her agitation. He heard another sniff and without thinking gently took her hand into his and gave her a reassuring squeeze, hoping more than anything that he calm both of them down just a little to be able to sleep. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow they would worry.

Hello, it is me again,

I'm aware that it's been more than half a year since I last updated and I'm ultra sorry about that. I just didn't have the motivation to write and I was worrying about school and all that good stuff. This is a very short chapter, I know, but I wanted to get something out just to get the ball rolling again. This chapter is also dedicated to a friend who helped me believe in myself and my writing abilities. Thank you.

(Just a little ps. I have absolutely no idea where this story is going to go and i'm kinda just making it up as we go along)(!)

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