Christian's POV

"I thought they would have me chopping wood and you working in the kitchen somewhere," I said as he bent over to pick some weeds from the ground.

"Me too," I replied "That woman looked like she was going to get some sick pleasure from working us to death,"

"I still don't feel welcome," I sighed "Is that weird."

"No, I feel like we are going to be going through a tough trial period unless we get rescued pretty quick," I agreed ripping a few weeds between the two rows of carrots.

"It's probably going to hit me a bit harder than you. I have never worked like this in my life." I complained.

"Personally, I'm just hoping your powerful rich status has everyone in the country looking for us so that this will be a short lived dream." I agreed.

"I do too," I agreed "But it's now been close to a week and my faith is wavering." I said

I needed to keep faith. I had been so sure that Ana and I would be immediately rescued. Something for every news outlet to write about but everyday I looked up to empty sky's. Where were the rescue planes? This was not the world I was accustomed to and there was no way I would be able to survive here for any extended period of time. My mental health was declining, my hygiene was following close behind. I was just all too grateful that I had someone to share this with. The situation was getting worse by the day but being alone would have brought it's own tortures. I couldn't have been more grateful for Ana's presence.

A stood up studying the expanse of the garden which seemed to extend for miles. "Is it just me or is this the biggest garden you've ever seen," She said.

I joined her dropping a handful of weeds into a bag as I went. Definitely a massive garden no matter where you came from. This was an awful job bending down to pick out weeds from the hot earth in hot summer heat. Something told me we would be getting the worst jobs till we proved ourselves or we were rescued.

"This is massive, I wonder how many people we are feeding here." I said thinking out loud.

"At least 30 people, and who knows what the winters here are like and whether they are canning some of it for later." Ana replied.

"Good point!" I agreed "However, if we make it back to civilization we will both be famous."

"That's the least of my worries." Ana said "We need to survive and find our place here" She wipe the sweat from her brow then turned her gaze over to me.

"At least we're half done," I offered. She clearly needed some motivate to get through this. Something I needed as well. Saying it somehow made it a little more real. We pushed through the situation together both giving 100% to it. It made no sense to drag it out too long, we needed to impress the council if we were to remain welcome here. We were both sweaty, red, thirsty and uncomfortable. I wanted a shower with some soap more than anything right now. We grabbed the two large bags full of weeds and crossed the garden to a large wooden box that they had instructed us to dump them into. Everything was recycled or reused. Majority of the garbage was composted and the weeds were no exception. In the time these people had set up camp they had developed a well-made sustainable system for survival. After dumping the weeds Ana and made our way back to the main cabin where we were to check back after the job was done.

The cabin was much larger than the rest of the cabins and looked as though it was made from wood and pieces of wreckage from the plane. The entire left side of the cabin was the nose of the plane with walls and a roof build off of it with wood. Every cabin was build this way but this one seemed to have the largest piece of the plane attached to it. I opened the airplane door for Ana and I. Her sharp smile in my direction indicating my chivalry wasn't going unnoticed.

"Is it done?" Asked a deep voice from behind a large wooden desk directly in front of the door.

"Yes," I answered in a flat stern fast like someone addressing their commanding officer.

"Good," He replied giving a deep sigh "Supper is at 6, a bell will ring at that time. Your free to go back to the cabin that you slept in last night."

Ana turned to me before walking towards the door we had come in from. She was as confused as I was. Was that it? What was tomorrow going to look like? Would er ever be rescued or would we forever be at the mercy of these people?

"You remember where our makeshift cabin is?" She asked

"I'm pretty sure I do," I assured her picking up her hand and leading her through the door.