Reid decides to wait until full nightfall. He is tired and needs to rest. His friends huddle around him as he doles out the last of the food, taking the final bar for himself. Leila tries to hand hers back to him but he shakes his head.
"We'll all need our strength, I'm thinking."
She nods, but doesn't eat. Her pale eyes flicker over to the others. They are all sprawled out near the lip of the hole, Joel laughing over something he's said to the dark and silent Marcus who simply stares at Reid's little group.
"I don't trust him." Leila reaches for Reid's hand again, but pulls back before they touch. "Please, can't we just go?"
"Where?" Reid forces himself to swallow a bite despite it sticking in his throat. Her mention of leaving has made his fear rise. She's right. They could just run
