sean has come back to camp; everybody is undeniably drunk and the atmosphere is loud and merry. it’s about 1am, and there are two campfires lit across camp, most sitting around the one near dutch’s tent. pearson crouches as he shaves the skin of some fish, a large barrel beside him. sean and karen are sat next to eachother, conversing playfully.

you’re sat on a log next to charles, staring into the fire while you drink your beer.

“saw what you hunted the other day.”

he acknowledges, nudging you with his elbow.