After following and observing the group for far longer than he wanted or needed to, Hemi decided that enough was enough, and from that point on took matters into his own large hands; it would be a lengthy process, setting up some semblance of what was needed to survive out here in the woods, but, he chuckled to himself, if anyone could survive then it wouldn't be those clowns who had firstly gone back into a wreckage of a [b]space prison[/b] to find supplies, or secondly the walking sick and wounded - and deceptive - who he had last seen sitting around outside the Boss Ladies cryochamber. Eh, fuck 'em! He would rejoin them when and where he saw fit, if he ever did, after all they would be easy to find and he had few worries now that he was here in this world.

The first thing he did, once deep enough past the treeline to remain unseen, was slink back to the groups original starting position and make sure he was not being observed...once sure of this, he proceeded swiftly out of cover only long enough to grab the still-cooling carcass of the dead inmate, sling it over his shoulder, and retreat back into the forest with it.

Upon finding a clearing not too far from where he knew his fellow inmates - at least a few of them, not counting the other seventy or so still on the loose! - to be, he marked it with strips of material from his own prison suit and pondered on what to do next; he could either go in search of a water source, leaving the body there for the moment, create a lean-to shelter from the bountiful supply of wood and branches hereabouts, or start a fire and get the cooking process going. Each option seemed like a good one, but it was a while before he finally settled on going a wee bit deeper into the forest and, gods willing, getting to grips with the first drink he would have had for a century. 

It [b]did[/b] occur to him to return to the Apox, find a melting cryochamber, and simply drink some of the liquid from there, but who knew what chemicals it might contain or what foul things the UN might have done even to the icy traps of the prison.

Time seemed to move forward almost in slow motion, the senses of the free Maori prisoner open and alert to there fullest extent, listening for the sounds of wildlife or more preferably of running water - whether from a river, a stream or a spring it really did not matter. Yet, as time went inexorably on, he had been walking for a good half hour (according to his wrist device anyway) and found nothing that looked remotely like a water source.

That was until he did...

It was not much, not much at all, a trickling sliver of water squeezing between two slabs of rock - barely enough for him alone, although he drank his share as swiftly as he could.

Now, back to the clearing.

Thankfully his stiffening buddy had not seen fit to move anywhere, which was as it should be - he might have been legitimately afraid if it had been any other way - and with a self-assured ease of movement went about attempting to create a fire from whatever he could get his hands upon.

Fuel? Check.

Kindling? Check.

He had no lighter or source of igniting the driest wood he could gather in a short space of time, but this was no real problem; he used a method traditional to the Maori to create an ember, akin to the bow used by many brushcraft experts, but requiring much more effort on his part. In short, a stick was stuck into the groove of a flatter and blocker piece of wood, then scratched back and forth at speed. It took a lot of strength, and Hemi was not all that thrilled with using so much energy, but once an ember was slipped into his handful of tinder and exposed to plenty of oxeygen, well, he had fire! True, it was only a simple and small one, but the thrill of creating it never left you...not even after a hundred years in an ice-block.

Without a pot and plentiful water to boil the body in, the usual way to strip it of flesh, he might need to cook it in a more simple way; slowly his eyes looked from the flickering flames and back to the body, then back to the flames again.

[I]Why are things never easy?![/i]