Liora
I just wished the day to be over already. If I could, I would skip this situation altogether.
It had been an hour since we finally finished building the fire. It took longer than expected since everyone was so damn exhausted.
Not to mention the heavy, almost palpable, tension weighting on the entire group—the reason was the memories of the past two days that were still very fresh and vivid. The fact that, not so long ago, when we finally felt comfortable and safe enough to reward ourselves with a campfire, basking in the warmth of the burning wood, we ended up drugged and unconscious. It wasn't anyone’s fault, really, but it sucked regardless. The decision to have a source of heat, a simple amenity, had created a chain reaction of events we could never have predicted. It had brou
