David: He nodded. "Okay." He walked out. "There's gotta be a stream somewhere..." He tripped on a rock. "Great." He heard a snap of a twig and turned, still on the ground. A girl with white hair was standing over him. "Hello?"
Angela: "Hi." She stabbed a knife down where his neck was.
David: He gasped and moved his head out of the way. He kicked her in the stomach and jumped up, grabbing the knife as he stood. He ran.
Angela: she pulled out her bow and shot an arrow, hitting David's shoulderblade.
David: He cried out in pain but continued running. He had to get away. He passed a stream, remembering where it was when he hid up in a tree.
Angela: She walked off.
David: He jumped down from the tree, his arms full of gourds, the arrow still poking out of his back. He pulled it out and used the bloodstained arrowhead to cut the tops off and scoop out the guts. He filled all of them with water. Once they dried they would be better to carry water in but this was all he had for now. They'd boil the water off to purify it. He walked back to camp. "Hi, Everyone. I found some water. We have to make a fire."