Teresa POV

Seeing Thomas walk away had hurt. It had hurt a lot. All she wanted was to repair what they had had, couldn't he see that? Tears sprang to her eyes and she quickly wiped them away with her good arm before anyone saw. If Thomas couldn't trust her anymore, then so be it. She couldn't make him do anything, and she couldn't go back to the past and change what had happened.

She noticed everyone around her getting up to report to their groups. She really couldn't do much to help, but she was a council member and for that she didn't have to do so much physical work. Using the hill she was lying on, she swung her feet over towards the slope of the hill. Now she was at the right angle to sit up and look across the valley.

She stared off and wondered if Thomas could ever be her friend again.

Thomas POV

Trying to keep his mind off of Teresa, Thomas walked over to where Minho had gonna a few minutes earlier. He was currently finishing up the division of all the groups and was telling the entertainment and medical groups that they would be working for the builders and food groups today. Then everyone set off in their separate ways; pretty much everyone heading into the woods.

The people that stayed back were the crafters. Thomas watched as they searched around for weapons that people had brought through the flat trans. Mostly metal was what they were looking for. They were going to heat it up and somehow make an axe or other tools out of it, for the builders. There were some knives, which they kept, but there were other things like metal rods that they put in a pile for later melting.

Thomas walked to the outer edge of the forest, so that he could get some sticks and logs to get a strong fire going. He found a nice pile of old, dead, and really dry twigs under a shrub. He saw Minho to his right, helping by grabbing really big rocks and rolling or carrying them over. These would be where the metal was smashed and molded.

As soon as they had enough wood, Thomas walked farther into the forest to see if there was any food. This truly is a paradise he thought, seeing all of the berry bushes, nut bushes, and other probably edible plants. There also was a tropical portion of forest closer to the ocean, and that probably contained bananas, grapes, and all that stuff. They also had a medium sized lake near the town and a smaller one a little ways from where Thomas stood.

He grabbed a few berries and ate them, and then realized that he was very, very hungry. He ate a lot of them and then added in some nuts too. A little while later he stopped, realizing that they had hundreds of people to feed other than him. He grabbed a handful of nuts and berries, and brought them out of the forest. He passed by the crafters, who currently were trying to shape the hot metal onto a large stick handle.

Walking up the hill, he avoided the stare that Teresa was giving him. When he reached her, he pulled out her hand and set the food in it. She gobbled it up without a second thought. While she did that, Thomas grabbed some stones and made a little fireplace up on the hill. He spent the rest of the afternoon hauling firewood from the forest, making a little woodpile next to Teresa; probably enough wood for a few days.

When the sun started to go down, he stopped and stared out across the valley that would soon be their town. He lay down next to Teresa, taking in the warmth of the fire that he had lit. The sun was making its descent over the edge of the cliff, making a truly beautiful sky looming over their paradise. He felt a weight on his shoulder and looked down. Teresa had placed her head there and closed her eyes, her face expressionless. Thomas closed his eyes also, not moving her off. He let her fall asleep there, as he drifted off too. The whole time though, they didn't say a thing.

Nothing at all.

So what did you think? Should I be moving faster with Thomas and Teresa or is this a good pace?