Bernice really did look like she was going to puke.

Of course I was afraid. I didn’t want Bernie to find out. If she knew I was frightened to death, she would burst into tears. I had to stay strong no matter how hard I had to try.

“Come on. We have to keep going or we’re never gonna find help.”

I was so thirsty. Too bad I hadn’t thought to pack anything to drink and it was beginning to get dark. It had just reached the point where the dim light shining through the trees had created on slight visibility. We decided to set up a small shelter and a fire.

“Peter. I’m really quite terrified of the woods, especially at night.”
“Don’t worry Bernie, Were gonna be fine. In the morning, we’ll start walking again. We’ll find help before you know it.”
I didn’t know if I believed that or not. I was beggining to become deathly afraid of what might lurk in this forest. The thought of never getting out became very real all of the sudden.
I have to stay strong for the both of us.