We wait all night, finding things to do like moving the unconscious bodies into a pile and taking all their guns off their sleeping bodies. By the time we decide that they're not coming for us yet and go to sleep we have about seven guns, a crossbow and some sharpened sticks.
I don't dream that night.

When we wake up there is still no one around and I must've ended up rolling around in my sleep. Michael and I started the night about a metre away from each other but by the morning I am twenty metres from the spot I started in. My leg is aching and I can feel bruises all down my arms and legs. I moan quietly to myself and heave my body into a sitting position. Michael rises slowly from his sleep and I see his hair messy with leaves haphazardly placed in it. I realise my hair can't be much better, I try to smooth it down and rake all the leaves out.
"Leaves or hunted meat for breakfast?" I ask Michael.
"Meat but only if you're up to it." He stands and yawns loudly.
"Alright then, could I have the crossbow, please?" Reaching down, he grasps the weapon and throws it to me. I catch it neatly in one hand, check the dagger is still in my boot sheath and walk off towards the trees.
"Be careful. I'll yell if they come." Michael yells to my back. I'm still limping but a full night's rest has left my leg only a little sore. As soon as I think that I'm far enough from where we spent the previous night, I crouch low and position the crossbow on my knee. I'm hoping to catch a rabbit at least. Five or ten minutes after I leave, a movement flits through the corner of my eye, I turn my head slowly in that direction. A hare stops just within my range of sight. Careful not to disturb the animal, I take aim and release the bolt. I stand and see the body a few feet from where the live animal was sat. Walking to it, I take the two ears in in my hand and stride off back towards where Michael should be.
When I reach Michael, there are more people there and I recognise most of them. They're all gathered around Michael, listening to him tell the story of last night.
"I'm telling you, you don't want to get on Nova's bad side. She put seven guards unconscious with a broken leg. Imagine what she could do with a fully functional one."
"There are two things wrong with that. a) It was only six, you shot the seventh. b) My leg is not broken." Everybody turns and applaud my arrival. I bow low and curtsey deep. "Honestly, it wasn't even that difficult."
"Of course you would say that, Nova. And you still don't see why I wanted you to be leader?" Oz says stepping out of the crowd. "Michael was just telling us about last night and how you saved him from telling him to climb a tree, then not climbing one yourself." I glare at Michael, he shrugs his shoulders.
"That is not what happened and Michael knows it. He's exaggerating."
"I told you so. No girl could do that." Someone I don't know says, presumably the chef. I throw him the death stare as he points towards the pile of unconscious bodies.
"Ok, well, Nova, this is Chris and Chris, this is Nova."
"Duh." Chris rolls his eyes at Oz's obvious statement. I feel like punching him in the mouth or breaking his spine.
"Nova, I know you want to. But please, please don't." Oz always, always knows what I'm thinking.
"Please, just once. Pretty please, with icing and a cherry on top." I beg, pulling on his shirt.
"Nope." He says, picking a leaf out of my hair. "Nova?" Do you know the way to the House from here? I kind of said that we could stay there tonight."
"Yeah, I think so. But let me check it out first." I say, desperate for some alone time.
"Alright." I turn in the direction that I think the House is in. I hear whispering behind my back.
"Oscar Goode. I do not. Need. A babysitter."
"At least just let him accompany you?" I growl deeply but agree.
"Who is it?"
"Alex." I start walking as fast as I can; the boy with the tight shirt and the six-pack has to jog to keep up. He slows to try to get me to slow but I keep on walking.
"Come on Nove. Be nice." I stop suddenly.
"Why did you call me Nove? Everyone knows I hate the name Nove. Only two-one person in the whole world called me Nove. And he is not coming back."
"How do you know? Oz came back."
"How do I know? How do I know! Because I killed him three times before he hit the ground and he was my father. He is not coming back."
"Whoa-ho-ho-hoa there, little missy. Three times? Your father? Oz told us you were alone in the world."
"I am now. Duh." I see the edge of a roof peeking over the treetops.
"Nearly there I suppose." Alex, stating the obvious.
"Shut up and stop talking."