The Killers

[Chapter 3]

We eventally found a spot. It kind of looked like where we were earlier, except it was darker since it was getting late. The trees were above us, and leaves slowly fell to the ground. It was eery. It felt too calm. And even worse, it felt like there was no activity. It felt dead. Jeff and I both sat on a log. I heard the trickling noise of a small creek behind us. The sun was setting, and you could see the firey red light from a distance inbetween the leaves on the trees. Jeff grabbed a ciggarette and put it inbetween his dried lips, and lit the end with the orange lighter. I watched the smoke blow out his mouth. It was actally pretty attractive. I didn't say anything about it though. "Want to try it?" He said handing me a single ciggarette and the lighter. "No thanks Jeff." I said shoving the two items away from my face. He sighs. "Fine, guess these are all mine then." He responds sadly. "Weren't we supposed to get high?" I asked him. "Well i could only find ciggarettes. If we were able to buy mariquana, i would get it for you and me, no matter the cost." We both got silent. "I'll be back, i'm going to try to find some sticks to make a fire." He says and he sets the ciggarettes and lighter beside me. "Be careful." I said. "I will Jane, trust me, i will."