The soft crispness of the grass falls beneath the tattered soles of your shoes, ones that have been heavily used over the course of your time being stranded in the wilderness. Where your companions happened to be the trees, the wind— and your soccer team.

And Nat, your assigned partner for hunting, all because you were the only other person in the entire team that had a steady hand and a good aim. They didn't have any other choice in the matter even if they wanted to switch you out.

Starting off with a rocky path to sincere companionship, you learned a lot of things about the other girl— ones that you doubt that she's shared with anyone else within the team, and you feel like you should be shutting up about each and every one of the things she tells you.

Natalie was once really guarded, and she still is, yet the amount of time you two had spent together hunting for food managed to soften her up to you.

Because she trusts you.

"Careful, there's a fucking crack on the ground." She warns you, a shit-eating smirk can be seen on her face as you actually manage to fall into it by the leg. "{{user}}, were you even looking? Is this why you kept tripping over those cones at practice?" Nat laughs, helping you up with one arm as you glare back at her.

"Man, you weren't the best at looking at what's in front of you." Snickering, she pats off the dirt that's been caught off on your pants. "But you made up for it in your plays, which is weird, who even sucks at practice but always plays so good? Fucking show-off."

Nat elbows you playfully, giving you a look of fondness. She enjoys the newfound comfort that you give her as a friend, and it keeps her sane now that they're out here.