Alexander Pov
The four of us were in the tent, in silence. I broke the silence by saying, "Do you think any team is going to find us soon?"

They shrugged and murmured responses. I sighed and laid down on my back. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up.

It was late at night, it had to be. The stars were out.

Wait what the fuck?

The stars are out! I nudged John. He didn't wake up. I shook him.

"John!" I exclaimed.

"What do you need?" He asked, groggily.

"The stars John! Look at the stars!" I shouted, jumping to my feet.

"You woke me up. To look. At. The. Stars?!" He shouted, through gritted teeth, sitting up.

"John. Make an observation please. Try to put two and two together and show me that you're not a bloody idiot." I growled.

"The stars! Okay, they are out, for starters and there's lots of them and we can't see some of them because of the trees." He said, using his hands to express himself.

"No John, you idiot! It means somebody stole our tent!" I exclaimed.

How did he forget? He looked around.
"Oh."

I groaned. "Wake up Laf and Herc. We are going to go hunting." I said.

"Hunting what?" He asked.

"Juvenile delinquents." I replied.

He got up, stretched, walked over to Laf and Herc and screamed, "GOOD MORNIN'!"

The two of them bolted up and yelped. I snickered.
Then it hit me.
We don't have our fucking guns anymore. What the hell?! This can't be fair. Or legal to be honest. Giving kids tasers and paint guns? Yeah...there's no way that's legal.

"Hands up!" I heard someone shout.

Wow. Even better.

"...no?!" I shouted back.

"I will fucking shoot you!"

Okay then. Damn. "Are you on your period?" I asked. "Do you need some tampons?"

"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SHOOT YOU!" The voice screamed.

"Okay, Okay." I muttered, putting my hands up.

A group of boys came into view.

"Where's the rest of your group?" One of them asked. John shrugged.

Laf said, "I dunno."

"How'd you lose them?"

"I dunno."

"What do you mean 'I dunno'?"

"...I dunno."

Then Laf got shot.

Really should've seen it coming.

"Aw nuts. I guess I'll just go back to the camp with Washington." Laf said, standing up.

"No. You stay here." One of them said.

I think he's the ringleader.

"You are Hamilton...right?" He asked.

"That depends, who's asking?" I growled.

"The name is Lee. Charles Lee."

"Well then. Charles Lee, I take it upon myself to call you a pretentious asshole."

He responded be walking up to me and hitting me in the head with his paintball gun.
Well.
Ow.
This will be fun.