Isaiah

For God's sakes, where is it?

Chris said, tension taking hold of his voice.

We'll have to find the tent and try again.

A couple of tears were forming at the corners of his eyes.

They were probably on mine too, but my heart was thumping so hard I didn't notice.

Okay.

I took a breath and we turned around, headed in a straight line directly behind us.

Wait, okay, so what happened there?

I don't know.

Oh, they were running the wrong way.

I see.

They've been going further into the woods.

Wait, no, they got it.

They knocked it on the ground, remember?

They grabbed it, but they're going the wrong way, yeah.

What if we didn't find the tent?

I couldn't stop myself thinking that over and over as we retraced our steps.

We walked for what seemed like twice as long before the light finally fell on the side of the tent.

We ran up and stood close to its side, looking around to try and figure out which direction we should go.

The silence was like the buildup of a nightmare, right before some horrible thing lurches out at you, screaming.