Well eat or starve...

Samantha nodded, inspecting the strange meat suspiciously for a moment before she heard her stomach growl, a blush bursting across her face as she quickly snatched up a piece and bit into it, the sharp taste almost making her gag. Gritting her teeth, the ranger **** herself to chew through the entire pile beside her, giving a final shudder as she swallowed the last bitter mouthful.

"Heh, you get used to it," Chris laughed, obviously having seen the faces she'd pulled while eating the bitter flesh, "But maybe you won't have to."

Confused, Samantha looked up at him as she took another sip from the little water that was left in the bottle, watching in fascination as he tinkered with a handheld radio. She took the chance to look around the cave again, focusing more on the back wall where Chris now sat, somewhat amazed at the plethora of items hanging from the stone wall and laid out on the small table. Her eyes darted back to the researcher as he slammed the radio onto the table, making it shake violently, Samantha's eyes glinting as she caught sight of a familiar shape. The female suddenly shot to her feet, ignoring the dizziness it caused, surprising even Chris as she snatched her gun from the table top, hugging it to her chest as she gave a sigh of relief.

"Woah," Chris gasped, staring at her in mild shock, quickly spotting the gun, "Watch it with that, the girls don't like anyone who holds one."

"Girls?" Samantha croaked, her throat still a little dry, looking down at the seated man, her cheeks flushing as she stared down his chest, the subtle shape of his muscles sending a spark up her spine. Shaking it off, Samantha continued, "What girls?"

"Those girls," the youth pointed, Samantha turning to stare at the pair of eagles sitting just inside the cave mouth, eyeing her suspiciously, "Don't worry, they shouldn't attack you. Just keep the gun out of sight and don't make any sudden moves towards me."

"Okay...wait, what?" Samantha blinked, staring at Chris in confusion as he waved off the surprised question.

"Never mind. Look, I suppose you're supposed to be my rescue party, right?" Chris asked, giving a low sigh when Samantha nodded, the girl almost feeling hurt, "Well, that sucks. For both of us I mean. I was hoping I could rig this old radio to broadcast a signal, but the damn thing has almost no range. And even if I could, it'd zone those poaching fuckers right in on us. Not to mention that they took your car, as shitty as it looked, and they're out for my head. Again."

"So..." Samantha mumbled, licking her chapped lips, "What happens now?"

"Now?" Chris gave a resigned laugh, almost as if he had given up hope, "Now we wait for the cavalry to arrive."