Bab 4: Late night

We decide to camp for the night. Well I decided, George still wanted to keep walking. Doesn't he know it's dangerous at night? Putting on my fiercest face, I confront him ' do that again and you'll kill the both of us! What's your problem? Do you want to die?' He sees my irritated face and ruffles my hair like a dog ' Sorry Joy, I didn't mean to put you in danger.' His mouth curves into a smile; I've told him repeatedly to call me J. He chuckles ,lightening up the mood. I always wondered how he could be so positive and find the time to laugh. Soon we're both laughing , laughing at nothing I guess. He sees through the tough girl act that I've been padding up for the last 19 years,snap, just like that. We snack on sandwiches, I know it's not much of a meal but the nearest food bank is a day's walk away. There are more people suffering worse than us. We have no right to complain. I take the first night shift and I'm soon embedded into my thoughts. What is the unfamiliar feeling rising up within me?