Isaiah

So that's more reasonable.

We also didn't see anything.

But this is a way where they saw something suspicious that still made them want to go out into the woods.

So like the setups make sense.

I walked out in between the trees and found a flat spot for the tent.

I turned around to ask Chris's opinion and paused, a little disappointed.

It didn't feel like real camping when his house was so obviously in our faces.

Let's go a little further in so it at least feels legit, I said, and walked back to pick up my bags.

Chris objected to carrying his, quote, heavy shit any further.

We walked in a straight line from Chris' house and kept checking behind us until the house was just about obscured by trees in front of each other.

We had only gone a very short way in, but the forest was already thicker and greener.

There was even a long rope swing hanging from one of the trees, but it looked too old to hold our weight, so we decided to keep our spines unbroken and give it a miss.

I unpacked the tin and set it up with Chris' help, and we threw our sleeping bags inside.

I lay down inside to test it out.

It was so warm and humid I had to adjust my breathing for a second.

I stepped out again and asked Chris if he had a torch for the evening.

I could do better than that, was his response, and he took off towards the house.

I was too hot to run after him, so I opened my rucksack and cracked open a bottle of water, downing half of it and putting the rest back in the pack.

Took a lot of restraint for that to not be juice, by the way.

Have him hydrate like a new boy.