The Punk and the Snark (Pt. 14)
"Ok," Daria said while shivering, "Anyone want a quick recap of the situation?"
"Oh, what the hell." Jane replied before blowing on her hands, trying to warm them up.
"We're stranded in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with our classmates, the only teacher still here has wrapped herself up in a stolen sleeping bag and is still turning blue, the other ones walked out into the middle of an ice storm to get help."
"Anything else?" Jane asked caustically.
"Oh, and my sister's idiot lapdogs brought her bags instead of the field supplies like they were supposed to."
"So were facing starvation," Jane replied, "But you have to look at the silver lining of all this."
"And that would be?"
Jane and the other occupant of their pile of blankets just chuckled.
"That I seemed to be the only person who bothered to watch the Weather Channel and thought to bring some of my own goodies." Bob reminded them, sandwiched between the two of them inside of his unzipped sleeping bag and his comforter from home.
"I just wish that we have more than three pillows," Daria grumbled, her back was already killing her since they were in a lonely corner of the ramshackle cabin that they and the rest of the students were crammed into.
"And it is still cold," Jane conceded.
"Well the storm shouldn't last more than one night," Bob reminded them quietly, "So by the morning everyone in here should, in theory be alive and well."
"What do you mean by theory?" Daria asked, genuinely worried.
Bob just gestured towards everyone else and replied, "Consider how many of our so-called responsible adults left, along with a couple students as well, leaving the rest to their own devices in the middle of a blizzard."
Jane and Daria both spared a glance for the lone adult left the cabin, Ms. Barch who was currently making vague groaning sounds that might have been words, it was hard to tell.
"Good point." Daria replied and huddled up closer to Bob, telling herself that it was just for the body heat.
Jane did the same, and was glad that her own boyfriend wasn't here to see her like this, and that the situation was extreme enough that Daria was ok with this.
"Think we'll be awake to see your sister and her lapdogs get lynched?" Jane asked while trying to suppress a yawn.
"Oh, I'm sure the screams will wake us up." Daria replied, pausing only to yawn halfway through.
Bob just smirked and said, "Goodnight Jane, night Daria."
A couple seconds later Bob revealed that he had a natural talent for falling asleep at will.
Both girls envied him for it.