She slept on and off until midday while he kept watch and rested at her side.

They had thought they were safe.

Idiots.

He should have learnt all that time ago that this world would never be safe for them. He'd watched them come after them with trucks and guns, like they were animals, monsters, and still he'd thought they didn't have to run anymore.

Idiots.

This was all those X-Men wannabes' fault.

They scouted the area when she woke. All the manmade structures that had been their home for so long were gone, but after an hour or so of walking, they found that nature would provide.

She insisted on going first, edging into the cave slowly. It was large and rough, nothing like what they once had, but it was dry and warm once they got a fire started. A little bit more exploring revealed a stream nearby. They paddled barefoot and sat on the shore for a little while, silent in thought.

Hunting was harder using their powers instead of guns. They found a few deer grazing amongst the trees and she pointed out the smallest one. He nodded.

Five minutes later, there were four traumatised surviving deer fleeing through the woods and one deer… mist? There were a few usable scraps of meat, but most of it had been obliterated.

"Okay," she muttered, wiping blood from her face. "Ew. We'll need some practise at that."

He stared at her. "You would never have said that a year ago."

She grinned and then started giggling. Suddenly they were both laughing and on the ground, filthy and still covered in deer guts.

It took her twelve hours to ultimately get all the blood and meat chunks from her hair.

They were a little more careful with their aim and control the second time, which left them a little bit more meat. They cooked it over their fire and curled up together as the sun set in the horizon.