The fire cracked low between us, just enough to keep the cold off without giving us away.
I sat on a fallen log, elbows on my knees, staring into it. My leg throbbed in time with my pulse, dull and constant. Across from me, Naomi crouched near the edge of the light, adjusting something in her bag before finally settling down.
For a while, neither of us said anything.
The woods had gone quiet again. No branches snapping. No voices. Just the wind pushing through the trees.
I exhaled slowly. "Still think we should've used the guns."
Naomi didn't even look up. "And I still think you're an idiot."
I let out a short breath through my nose. "We had the ammo."
"Yeah," she said, finally glancing at me. "And then we wouldn't."
I shook my head. "There weren't that many."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "There were enough."
I gestured vaguely toward the trees. "We could've cleared them. Made things easier for later."
