"why don't you check the time of day and then see if we have time to find another place to camp. It's not like we cna just have a picnic outside under what used to be the stars, and then go on home to mommy. We need to find a suitable shelter for tonight, at least. Then we'll move on. And he (motions to Rob) can either welcome us into his humble abode, or find somewhere else."
Ren looks at the bilgewater in disgust, but files a note away in his head: find a sourc eof supplies as soon as possible. He unconsciously feels the lone half-empty water bottle in his own pack, and sits down next to the fire.
Your group makes camp for the night and relaxes, deciding to figure out what to do when morning comes. You sleep as well as you can, but wake up to the sounds of somebody revving their engine from far away. It's an unmistakable noise. Marauders.