you five have been walking for days at this point, it has been difficult to find places to camp. Every time you feel rest overtake you, there's a sense of being watched, of being stalked and hunted. You are all exhausted. Mechanically you do not enjoy exhaustion but you feel very close. It is here that you find yourself once again watching as night descends around all of you as you hope against hope that you can find some place for rest

Chuckles: oh we're going to fucking die out here!

Bitsy: don't say that!

Briggsy: oh I wish I was dead. technically I'm already dead but you know what I mean...