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Lauren saw Chubbs aproaching without his shorts on, getting a little uncomfortable. Sure she could run around in her panties all day no problem but noo, no one else could do it beside she had a very good reason.

She wraped the eggs into some large leaves to save for later then proceeded to put on the pants. There it was a bit warmer, although she had to tie each end to keep them up and tie the bottoms of the legs together.

She really missed her machedi while in the wild, it was amazing how much use that was. She could cut and tie those things together if she had that handy.

Chubbs held up the fins like a small trophy, he should be proud of his catch. It probably feed them all, but it'd make a nice dint in the hunger. He looked at Lauren, all dressed in his shorts.

" I know they are big as hell, but doubt ya want the world to know what colour ya panties were"

Chubbs looked down at the eggs Lauren was wrapping up, an egg sounded nice, if he had the cooking gear he'd made some kinda fish omlette.

" We got some food looks like, so what now? the tarp can do for a tent or blanket or such.. Oh but umm people at the beach wasn't there?"

For a moment Chubbs wondered if the fact that he was alone with three very hot girls caused him to subconciously, not share them with anyone else.

Lauren looked over at Chubbs, remarking about her underwear. "Ur... I suppose I don't really. Was kind of caught like this but I've been through worse." She shuttered to think about the months old and never washed clothing she arrived in. That was disgusting. But for some reason when you are forced to do such things you never think about it.

Lauren shrugged, "I dont care much, doing fine as it is." She hated being around large groups, was always the crazy psycho b***h in the corner spazzing out or getting into a fight. And if Jamal was going to be there. . .

"We should make a fire, uh... anyone got a lighter." On the streets everyone had a lighter handy to smoke their cigarettes or pot. Lauren didn't know what to do without one.

Chubbs began piling up the wood he had gathered for the fire, he'd set up a nice one here. He looked over at Awen as she spoke, he kinda sighed and nodded, but he hadded his two cents.

" OAky, here's the plan, Lauren and Awen, you guys can hang out here, get warm and have some fish. I'll get ya something to sleep on in a sec"

He sat up and walked over to Joli, reaching into her shorts pocket for the lighter she took from him and while he was at it, squeezed her backside. He grinned and went back to the firespot.

" Joliette wants to stick with me, I'll head to the beach and see what they are up to and if they want to come back here, I mean, this place makes sense to me"

Chubbs popped open the vodka and poured a little onto the sticks and kindling. He flicked his lighter a few times before it came to life and he stuck it into the twigs. There was a woof as the fire raored to life, it didn't take long for it to cling to the wood and begin a nice fire. With that he stood up, went over to the tarp and grabbed a big sheet. even with one arm he managed to hang it over a branch above him. With some rocks to hold it in place, they had a makeshift tent. Chubbs tossed the lighter to Awen.

" Just in case okay, feel free to cook that bad boy up, before it gets too far gone"

Chubbs motioned to the fish

Lauren kind of looked a little disgruntled of how Chubbs was taking charge of the 'women' of the group. All Lauren had done was find some measily eggs. Still though she was grateful for the help and took what she could get.

"It's not a horror movie Awen besides, I don't die. I've been through worse trust me. You won't believe the horror that comes out in people on the streets" A bit of the old Lauren wondered why she was trusting these people, especially a male running around in his boxers but what choice did she have. The mongoose was taking control now that she was in the wild, it was find your group and socialise or die. So some of what Awen said made total since. Still Lauren was Lauren enough to keep her group small.

She yawned, tired again. It was getting rather dark and that was sleep time for Lauren, turning into a diurnal animal and all.

After cooking and eating the large fish and the eggs Lauren set it aside for Awen to eat, leaving two eggs for herself. She already snuck a couple more bugs when people weren't looking and was rather ful. Devoring the food Lauren grabbed her moose plushy/pillow and went under the tarp to sleep.

"Goodnight Awen, see ya Jolie and Chubbs." She said as she closed her eyes for dreamland.

Chubbs walked over and took Joliette by her hand with a smile. He still felt odd in his damn boxers, and a bit nippy too. He waved to the pair staying behind and headed towards the beach.

After Chubbs and Joli have left to the beach, the camp seems still.... very still.
After a while, it becomes obvious that even some of the animal noises have died down.

There is a rustling in the underbrush from a ways away, and then, splitting the silence, is an ear-piercing screaming squeal, and a rumbling.

IT's hard to see in the darkness ((I am assuming with the fire it's night?)) but there is suddenly a lot of crashing, as what seems like a force tears through the campsite as if chased by demons of hell. Sharp hooves and tusks and hurtling bodies tear throught the tarp, dragging it aways into the wood until it is torn to shreads, blithely trample the fire and shatter bottles and equipment.

It is a flurry of motion - and a change (1-2 on a 10-sided die roll for both of you) that you might even yourself have been minorly injured in the escapade.

When things finally settle down, it looks like a hurricane went through the campsite. There is hoofprints all over, broken supplies, the tent is gone and unusable.

However... there is also a dripping trail of blood leading off into the woods.

One of the group of wild boars was injured in the stampede and the trail could be followed. However, an injured boar is an angry and dangerous boar, and you don't know how badly wounded it is.

((If you decide to track the boar - not a difficult task due to the trail a three-year old could follow between the blood and damage to the underbrush - then you will find an injured boar.
Roll a ten-sided die with that post. on a 1-4, it is only minorly injured and ANGRY. Certainly a formidable foe with its sharp hooves and tusks. On a 5-7 it is decenly injured - with some cleverness you might be able to bring it down, but it is certainly no easy task. On a 8-10 the thing is dying. But. Not dead. Would your character be able to kill an injured animal looking to you with fearful eyes, squealing and pleading in pain?))