It is a cold summer night, dry wind blows in the barely moonlit trees, the frogs croak and the crickets chirp, it is deafening, the mountain sounds like a radio on static. A man standing a few steps away from their refuge, struck a match to light the last stick of his cigarette, shivering he was, looking for a shooting star to wish upon. Holding the cigarette with his left hand he savoured every puff he could hit out of it. He exhaled the smoke and it mixed with the fog, "Well shit." he said to himself. He can't imagine himself getting through a day without smoking, now he's got nothing to smoke for who knows how long.
He heard something not far away, unsure of what were those at first, confused, but never afraid. 'Footsteps' he concluded, hearing it approach him, the static was silenced and all of his senses were amped up, everything is focused to whomever or whatever is causing those sounds. Relaxing his heartbeat, he breathed calmly, still having smoke coming out of his mouth. He reached for his pistol from his back using his right hand, while still holding his cigarette on his left, he aimed the barrel to where the sound was coming from. With his sweaty hands, he was ready to pull the trigger and empty the chamber in just one closer step.
"Warrap cuh." a familiar voice said in high manly pitch. "What are you doing here, goddamnit I almost shot you." the man replied. "I took a shit." the guy said. "Do you want a bullet in your head, fuckface, huh!?" the man angrily muttered while still pointing the gun to the guy. "Oh, I'm not allowed to take a shit?" the guy replied with his eyebrows furrowed. They both chortle, clearing the tension off the situation, "Get inside fuckface, they're sleeping so keep quiet" the man said laughing. "You could use a rest too you know?" the guy said worriedly. The man just smiled. "Okay then." the guy sighed.
As the guy walked towards the door, "Hey.." The man said with a low voice, "We will still hunt that deer tomorrow, it will last us for several days at least." hitting the last puff until the ember reaches the filter, he inhaled the smoke that filled his mouth, inhaling it as deep as he could.
All he could think about is how they could survive in this situation, he was anxious. They couldn't stay for long in the place where they're currently hiding, the food they have won't last for long. The paradise they're seeking is lost. The end is near.
