Lost Creek Hollow Should I revise or rewrite

Forward dated to about the 23 or so, after everyone is here.

The first day or two after everyone arrived had been full of activity -- locking down the borders so there wouldn't be a question that this was now claimed land, searching for places to start a cache, etcetera. Today? The beta was taking a day off.

She yawned broadly, just having woken up from the temporary spot she'd chosen near the creek. Honestly, she should look for something a little more permanent soon, somewhere where she could stash her helicopter debris and generally feel comfortable. She wasn't sure where though.  Where she was now felt too easily wandered upon, as if she stretched her leg just beyond comfortable, it would hang over the edge above the water, and water attracted all sorts.

Sitting up, Treason scratched an itch on her neck and surveyed her surroundings, planning her travels.