Village E3: Survival of the Human Spirit

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and look for her in the morning,"
said John. "OK," said Hailey, in agreement, already lying on her side
on the ground. After they entered the hut, John secured the door. They hadn't
been using the door, but he thought they should tonight and got no argument
from Hailey.
    "I'm afraid," said Hailey,
after several minutes of silence in the darkness. Without saying a word, John
rolled out of his bed, and crawled over to where Hailey and Katie slept on the
floor. He pulled her close, and they held each other. John had needed this kind
of closeness for a long time. For a few fleeting seconds, he thought of his
girlfriend back in Colorado, but he couldn't allow himself to have such
thoughts for long. It hurt too much to think of anything in his old life.
Hailey didn't fear John anymore, but she didn't totally trust him yet either.
    They needed each other right now, but
there was nothing sexual about their embrace. They were more like scared
children comforting each other in the darkness, than the adults they were. With
her head on his chest, they both fell asleep.
    Hailey gently shook John, until he was
awake. Except for being too short, it was the best night's sleep that John had
in months. "We need to go find Katie," said Hailey. "I
know," said John, closing his eyes, and letting out a sigh. "She
needs us. She's probably scared to death," said Hailey, growing a little
impatient. "OK," said John. He held Hailey's face in his hands and
kissed her on the forehead. "What was that?" she asked, standing to
her feet. "You better hope they aren't watching. With a move like that,
they might replace you as a breeder," she said, with a big grin on her
face. "Oh, man, that really hurt," John said, laughing.
    Following their usual routine, they
got the fire going, and put some water on to boil. They would need to drink
plenty before they left. They knew they were probably in for a long day, even
though they were both already tired, hungry, and thirsty. They each started
drinking from the water container. They couldn't risk taking the container with
them, because it wasn't made to carry when full. A thorn from a tree, or accidental
drop would make life a whole lot harder.
    "Well, I'm not sure which
direction we should go first. Any ideas?" asked John, while adding some
wood to the fire. "Not really, but we should probably take the shirt, in
case we find some fruit while we are out," said Hailey, walking away with
the pot to get more water.
    After having all they wanted to
drink, and refilling the container, John and Hailey set out to look for Katie.
The sun was very warm before they even got started. It was a very calm day,
without a hint of breeze. The everyday tasks of survival, never left any time
for exploring, so today, they decided to do some looking on the far side of the
water pool. Once they got to it, they walked along the edge of the clearing, calling
out and whistling for Katie.
    Occasionally they ventured into the
jungle, when they saw something they wanted to investigate further. Walking out
into the clearing, put them in the sun and the humidity. The physical exertion
was already making them thirsty, only a couple of hours into their search, so when
the clearing narrowed, they decided to cross to the other side, so they could
walk in the shade. The grass that they had to walk through was head high in
places, making the trek slow and tiring.
    They were relieved when they got to
the other side, because walking in the shade was much easier. Neither of them
had said it out loud, but they were both starting to feel like they might be
wasting their time looking for Katie. In spite of how they felt, they both
trudged on.
    Wiping sweat from his forehead, John
stopped and leaned on a tree to rest. After a few moments, he sat down and
Hailey joined him. They were both so tired that they didn't even talk as they
rested. Except for some birds in the background, it was very quiet. John sat
with his arms on his knees, with his head hanging

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