It was nearing dawn. The small glow of the sun was just enough for us to see. We both got up early in a desperate attempt to get an early start. We put out the remains of the fire and grabbed our things.
“Be honest Peter. How long do you think we will be lost out here?” asked Bernice.
“I can’t be sure. I dont want to set false hope.”
“You’re really scaring me, Peter.”
“We’ll find help, don’t worry.”
“Why did we have to come this far on an umfamiliar path. You should have told me that you were lost.”
“I’m sorry!” I snapped. “I didn’t think that we would venture this far! I’m scared too! There, I said it! That’s the truth!”
“Peter! Don’t yell! I’m not angry with you, my fear just got the best of me!”
“I just want to get out of here.” I stated depressingly.
“We both just have to stay focused we’ll get out eventually, I’m sure.”
I’m beggining to become deathly afraid. Last night there were so many mysterious noises that I didn’t know what to do. I really hope she meant what she said.