The Tragic Camping Trip
I said with a quiver in my voice knowing deep well who’s blood it belonged to.
“Who’s blood is it.”asked Charles, already scared and frightened from the howling earlier that night.
“It’s Jacks.” I stated “I found him mangled up a few miles out from where we heard the howling. I knew he wanted to see a wolf but I never thought he’d be dumb enough to do it.”
“I knew it was a bad idea to come camping this time of year.” Explained Charles “The rangers warned us on the news about how bad the wolf population had gotten but you idiots didn’t care, and now Jack is gone.”
“We never dragged you out here, Charles we all had the option and we all decided to come!” I yelled angrily “Jack knew what he was doing, he knew the consequences to his actions. Would I have wished he made a smarter choice yes, but what’s done is done and we can not go back.”
“We’ll I’m ready to go home and get out of here before that wolf decides it’s ready for round 2.” Charles said while looking around frantically.
“We don’t have any other choice except to wait out the night. We can not even see 5 ft in front of us, and the wolf has heightened senses if we try to leave we are done for.” I stated not knowing if we were going to survive the night.