“Peter, what are we going to do?” I asked.

“I don’t know.. I mean, the police will find us. I think we should try going back tomorrow, if they don’t. But we shouldn’t try to find our way in the night. There might be monsters hiding around here.” Peter laughed.

I didn’t. “You don’t seriously think we should sleep here! I mean, we don’t have a tent or a fire..”

“We don’t need a fire, we don’t need a tent.”

Wait a minute.. “Peter, a fire, don’t you see?! If we built a fire, someone would see it!”

He thought about it, then his eyes widened from the epiphany. “Why didn’t we think of that before?” he said, almost angrily.

“It doesn’t matter, we thought of it now,” I said, hurriedly finding sticks and other things that could be used as firewood.

Neither of us had any idea of how to build a fire, but we’d both seen numerous survival movies and could probably find some way to make one.

Immediately after we’d gotten a pile of branches and leaves put together, it started pouring.