“Damn it, Joey, where are you?”
John’s flashlight beam lit up the trees around him as he searched for the path back to their campsite. He shook his head and decided to keep walking. To hell with the campsite, he hoped he’d stumble across the road before too long.
After passing a couple of trees, he spotted the tents and fire. Running in, he said, “I thought I’d never find you guys—“
A man looked up from the freshly sliced meat cooking in a pan and smiled. “Hello, there. You’re buddy’s cooking nicely. Guess I have room for another.”