Rye warmed up as they lay huddled together. His arm rested comfortably over Emery's curves and occasionally brushed Eden's face. The skin there felt crackled the way a pig's tail had felt the one time they had gotten to have a roasted one for a festival. He had been small but was fascinated at the blackened skin. At first, Rye had only been aware of his body warming and his eyes drooping with weariness . When he dropped off to sleep, he cautioned himself to remember this was just the calm before the real storm.<br/><br/>Some time during the early morning, Rye awoke, aware of the musky female scent next to his nose.<br/>The soft skin of junction of neck and shoulder caressed his nose and Rye smiled gently. In his quasi waking state he was relaxed and tightened his grip, pulling the warm body close to his. His body stirred of its own accord and his eyes shot open.<br/><br/>Nothing would make him happier than to lose himself to her body, to make this hell of a world go away. But Rye knew first hand how sex could cloud the mind and close off his survival senses. Besides, Rye told himself as he eased away. Emery didn't strike him as a girl who would take lightly waking up to find a man rutting between her legs. Rye lay on his back, crossing his arm over his eyes. He wasn't an animal or a fool. Not only was he a normal, hot blooded man, he was a romantic. If he was to have Emery, he would make love to her, entwine not only their bodies but their souls. He smiled, his white teeth gleaming in the faint light. The first time, anyway. If some how they lived through this.<br/><br/>He sighed. A sound outside caught his attention. Now it begins, he thought. Tensing, he crawled to the opening, peering out through a small crack. A fairly large, white parachute was tangled in the brush, just outside the tree. The beep, beep, beep was steady and loud.<br/><br/>"Holy crap!" Rye exclaimed, shaking the others awake. "We have a 'gift' but it is a trap because everyone in the area would have seen and heard this going over. I think it will lead the others here. Wake up. Like Now!"<br/><br/>He ran outside and grabbed the container. Yanking it open, he gaped at the contents. The beeping stopped as he pulled out a gun. It was so large that he had trouble holding it. The gleaming blue weapon was clearly designed for him. Several clips of ammo fell out. He tucked them in his pockets. Rye snatched the parachute from the brush and wadded it up, thrusting it into the opening.<br/><br/>"Guys, we have to get out of here, The others will be coming."