His face was buried into the side of your neck, desperately seeking warmth only another human could give him. John was freezing, same as you.

A small cave entrance hardly provided adequate warmth for two people, but it was the best you would get. All the wood was wet, and you had no matches anyway.

“You think they’ll look for us?” John asked. He was doing his best to keep you warm. “You think they even know where we are?”