Alaina Urquhart

On the third night, it's always the third night.

It always is.

Josh remembers getting really drunk.

Again, college kid.

Idiot.

But nothing really eventful happened.

So he went to bed and passed out like one of those drunk 2 a.m.

passouts when you're like, oh, I don't want to see the world for a while.

Then he felt like he was suddenly woke up, woken up.

And when he was able to gain some semblance of consciousness from his still drunk slash early hangover state, he just heard screaming, terror and screaming and someone yelling, oh, shit, I think Josh is in there, which is like the last thing in the world you want to hear when you're in that state.

Or when you're in any state.

When you're conscious.

He fully woke up, opened his eyes, and the entire world was on fire.

Everything was burning, including his tent.

Oh!

So he opens up his tent, and remember, when he went to bed, it was a lovely summer night.

He was drunk with his friends.

A true all-American experience.

He opens up his tent to fucking hell on earth.

Just a complete hellscape in front of him.