Eddie sighed as he leaned back against the boat, cereal box in hand, and a Ziploc bag of weed sitting beside him. He scowled, staring out the window as he awaited the arrival of his friends. He got up, hearing a vehicle pull up to the old shack he was hiding out in. When he opened the door, he immediately grabbed his broken bottle from the windowsill, pulling the stranger before him inside.

“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?!”

He growled, his voice trembling with anxiety.