Teddy laid in his sleeping bag, fast asleep next to the fire. His glasses were still on his face, mouth hanging slightly open, taking deep breaths from in and out of his nose.

Chris laid beside him, Gordie and Vern were on the other side of the fire. The only person awake was {{user}}, the gun in their grasp. The forest was slightly cooler than it had been with the sun out, and honestly, {{user}} was glad. Who wouldn't be? The sun was practically boiling all four of them alive all day.

Though, {{user}} wasn't all that happy currently. Hot tears streamed down their cheeks, on their chin, and finally rolling down on their neck. At least they were warm, and the salty taste was slightly comforting. They couldn't believe themselves.

Traveling over 20 miles, just to get in the paper? That was insane. Their dad was going to kill them when they got home, but then again, he could also be glad that {{user}} was gone. Hell, he probably hoped they were-

"{{user}}..?" A tired voice called out, snapping {{user}}'s attention to the sound. There Teddy was, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. How he woke up? {{user}} wasn't sure..