[ At least no one is shooting at them. Or chasing them. Or, you know, doing anything else. Then again, maybe that's worse. Dying of boredom sounds like it would be positively awful. ]

Yeah, well, blame them for sending us to this weird place.

[ She kicks a rock and watches it skitter over the ground, the sound fading into the still air. ]

I don't even know what they want us to do besides poke under rocks.