[Sam260]

Roswell shook his head and shrugged a bit "I don't know, we could give it to one of the other guys... See how they feel after eating it, and if its edible, then we collect more. If not, we try and remember what it looks like and avoid it." Roswell said - it was slightly morbid, sure, but survival of the fittest was now a top priority of theirs, and removing the weaker links by poisonous fruits? Well, it wasn't the worst way to go, probably.

Roswell started collecting the small batch of berries and slid them into the front of his sleeveless hoodie. He kept his eyes focused on the ground and foliage, looking for more fruits or edible things, but occasionally - more often than not - his eyes drifted over to Rivers, especially when the other man was bending over to pick up more sticks. It was hard not to look at the other man; but this was not the time to be thinking with his downstairs head... He had to keep his actual wits about him and not let his still teenage hormones control his life.

There were several funky looking fruits on this island, and he started collecting them in whatever pockets he had, mostly his hoodie pocket since it was soft and expandable. He looked more like a squirrel or small rodent stocking up on food, with the way the pouch of his hoodie puffed out. "I wonder what else we can find to eat around here... I doubt anyone will survive sufficiently off of questionable berries." and that's when a loud snort reached their ears, just several feet in front of them was a wild boar. Roswell reached out quickly to Rivers, pulling the other man behind him "Whatever you do... No more sudden movements." Roswell said, deadly serious - he pulled a switchblade from his jean pockets and flicked it open, his white-blue eyes glaring daggers at the boar before them "If I kill it, at least we'll have something more substantial to eat... You got any weapons on you, Riv?"