John, Chuck and Hondo had been walking through the lush forest for a little over an hour now without stopping once. Chuck, who was starting to sweat, finally decided that he had enough and decided to speak up.

"How far are we going?" Chuck asked.

"Until it gets dark." answered John.

"But don't we get any breaks?"

"We will take one when we set up camp."

"We can't go that long without stopping to eat!"

"Chuck, we don't need you to start whining like a little bitch!" sneered John. Chuck looked taken aback. From how long he had known the captain, he had never seen John sneer at one of his crewmates.

"John, Chuck's right. We can't keep going without eating." Hondo decided to interrupt. John scowled at his friend before glancing at Chuck. This is one of the times he absolutely HATED human limitations. He stopped and rubbed his face before letting out a small grunt.

"When we find a lake or a river, we will take a little food break." He stated before resuming his pace, followed by the other two men. They continued their way until they found a clear river. Hondo and John took three empty canteens and went to the edge and started to fill them while Chuck built a fire pit and lit it and he took a pan and six strips of meat and started to cook then. John and Hondo came back, sitting around the burning pit and waited for the strips to be done. To Hondo, the meat was smelling delicious and he couldn't wait to eat. John was just sitting in his spot impatiently.

Soon, the strips were done and the three men each had two strips. They ate in silence and were done a few minutes later. Chuck glanced at his watch and saw that it was four twenty now.

John got up and wiped his greasy fingers on his pants before turning his attention to the other two.

"Up, both of you. It's time to head out." He stated.

"But shouldn't we-" started Chuck.

"We are leaving. No ifs ands or buts about it, do you understand?"

"...Yes sir."

The three packed up and set off into the forest once again, keeping a look out all around them. They didn't know what creatures thrived here and thus kept on guard.

To Chuck and Hondo, John didn't seem all that concerned, which worried them. If their captain wasn't too concerned...would he lead and be able to make the right decisions?

They hoped so.