"Still not awake?"

Newt looked up from his stump, his face changing from nervous to relieved in less than a second. She understood why. One of them probably should've stayed behind with Blondie in case these new guys ended up being hostile. Sure, Newt was stronger than he looked, but he wouldn't have been able to take on all three by himself. The boy stood up and shook his head.

They'd decided not to take the boys into the base just for safety purposes, which meant all three boys were laid out, each one laying in a different position. The small-eyed boy had one arm covering his eyes, Freckles was flat on his stomach, while the dark-skinned boy was sprawled out across the grass like a beached star fish. It was quite an interesting sight, to be honest. No wonder Newt had been so uncomfortable, the three looked like they'd been partying all night and finally passed out.

After all of the supplies was put away and the barrel dealt with, Alby decided to give poor Newt a break. "I can watch them for now, you two go and cut two of the barrels in half. We'll need to start collecting rain water if we don't want the six of us to die of thirst." No one questioned his logic, the two just did what they were told. Machetes in hand, they set off to work.

When the amount of empty barrels just hanging around the base started to get bigger, May and Alby decided that it would be better if they moved the pile a few yards into the woods, out of the way. So that was where she and Blondie were headed, machetes hanging loosely at their sides as they walked through the trees.

"So..." Newt began in an attempt to break the silence. "Three new guys."

"Yep." May replied as the arrived at the mountain of empty barrels. It was a pyramid of blue plastic, standing over ten feet tall against a rock that was just as high. With a sigh, May stretched her arms before stepped forward to climb up.

"What are you doing?" She heard Newt's skeptical voice behind her as he watched. One hand rested on his hip while the other held his blade, his head cocked slightly to the side and the smirk on his face a little more than audible in his tone. She rolled her eyes at his tone, but couldn't fight the slight smile on her lips. There was something about this guy...

"I'm getting the one on the top." May answered simply, not looking back at him, as she started climbing up to the second barrel. "Hold this, would you?" She tossed her machete onto the ground at Blondie's feet, then balanced on top of the second barrel. From this high up, gravity felt like it had a rope tied around her wrists, ankles and her middle. It kept trying to yank her back to the forest floor whenever her step staggered, and each time her arms would pin-wheel she heard a small breath of worry escape Newt's lips.

"Why don't we just get one from the bottom?" He asked. He was trying to make his voice sound more annoyed than worried, but it wasn't working for him.

"Because then the entire stack would fall and we'd have to clean up a mess we don't need at the moment." She replied. May wrapped her arms around the top barrel's middle. It wouldn't take much, just a little force and the thing would roll down safely to the ground. "I'd move if I were you." Before he could ask why, May took a deep breath and used all of her upper strength to slide the plastic container from its perch and send it stumbling. 

"Woah!" Newt yelled as he dove to the side just in time for the blue object to go rolling past him and crash against a tree a few yards away. If he hadn't bolted at the last second, he would've been flattened. Heart pounding and adrenaline pumping for the second time that day, the boy looked up at the girl standing proudly ten feet up in the air. "Is this how you want to solve our 'starving' problem? By picking us all off one by one?" She scoffed, then sent one more barrel rolling in his direction. Once again, he jumped to the side. "Hey!"

"I told you to move" was all she said in her defense as she gingerly jumped down, landing on the ground as gracefully as a bird. Newt watched her as she knelt down and picked up her machete, then stood up and walked over to his side. He folded his arms and glared at her. She nearly turned him into a pancake and all she could say was 'I told you to move'? No apology? No nothing? He couldn't believe it. If he nearly crushed her, he would've been a complete apologetic mess.

Without a word, May stepped toward him until she stood directly in front of him, less than an inch away from their bodies touching. Now that he got a good look at her, he seemed to notice a few qualities he'd missed before. Little things that he'd never paid attention to. Like the fact that her bottom lip was slightly bigger than her top, a small scar where she must've hit her head sat just above her temple, and a small gap barely a millimeter thick separated her two most center top teeth. Along with the fact that he couldn't really tell which color her eyes were, green or blue.

Apparently, she'd been studying him as well. 

His thick blonde locks, the chocolate color of his pupils, his thin lips. He stood a little taller than her as well, only a few inches. It wasn't much, barely noticeable when they were running. May hadn't even known until now that he was taller. 

She cleared her throat and pulled something from her back pocket, vividly aware of the fact that her cheeks were starting to turn slightly red.

"Here." May said as she handed him a small object. "To make up for nearly running you over." Almost as soon as their little moment had started, it was over. And all at once, May suddenly wanted to get back to their original task. In seconds, she was over to one of the barrels and starting to roll it in the direction of the base, leaving Newt with the item in his grasp. With the uncertainty of what just happened, he opened his palm and looked at what she'd placed inside.

The leaf charm she'd been carving the first night they'd known each other, only this time it had a simple twine string wrapped around the leaf's stem. A necklace.

Immediately, he tied the charm around his neck and hid it under his shirt before following his friend.