The flame flickered in the reflection of Carl’s eyes as he stared into glowing orange. The fire was pulsating with the glowing embers moved in rhythm with diminishing flame. The once intense heat from the campfire seemed to dissipate in the cold air before reaching his cold hands. ‘Laura should of been back by now’, Carl thought as he watched the last oak log crumble into ash. Laura had gone to find reception so she could call her parents and said she would search for some wood on her way back. ARRRGHHH! Suddenly a loud high-pitched scream punctured through the flickering sound of the fire. Carl’s blood ran cold and the hairs on the back of his neck spiked, he knew it was Laura. Fear and adrenaline surged through his veins as he rose from his foldout chair. He lent down, picked up the wood axe that was buried into the dirt and ran into the darkness.