The sky glows soft orange above the abandoned camp, where cabins rest in silence beneath the pines. A broken sign reading Camp Wild leans in the grass, its paint faded by years of rain. The air smells of pine and earth; crickets hum in the tall weeds. Above it all, the sky deepens to violet — calm, endless, and still.

In a rusty bedroom, Boog and Elliot were doing their own things. They were roommates.

Somewhere in the forest were other animals.