Chapter 1: Campfire

The campfire blazes up. You can feel the warm glow, even with your eyes shut. You snuggle deeper into your sleeping bag, and pull your all-too-thin feather pillow under your neck to keep it off the ground. Camping is always such fun! A wolf howls in the distance, sending chills up your spine. You open your eyes, and prepare to run back to the car in case you hear it get closer. You take a step in that direction, but you trip and land on your knees. You see the flames burning on your pant leg before you realize you stepped in the fire pan. You grab the bucket of water and throw it on your leg, but unfortunately, it's gasoline and suddenly your whole body is engulfed in flames. You run to the river, leaving a firey track behind you. Suprisingly, nothing hurts. Oh yea. When you have gasoline on your skin, you dont feel pain. Then you jump in the river, without remembering that you can't swim. The river is fast; it flows far away from your site, far away from anything you know. You wonder how you'll ever get back. Then you wonder why you arent drowning. You start to sink, but a hand reaches down, and pulls you out of the water onto the bank.

Thank you!, you say, You saved my life!

My pleasure, the little girl says, but no harm could have come to you anyways

You're about to say "why not", when the chill on your toes from the hole in your sleeping bag brings you back to consciousness.

The cry of a wolf again scares you, reminding you of your recent dream. You go outside, check the water to make sure its real water, and throw it on the embers. The last remnants of the fire go out with a satisfying sizzle, and you head back to bed, this time hiding your head under your pillow to block out the sound of the wolf.

It's morning now. You get up and out of the tent. Around the arc of the campground there are a variety of campers and tents, people eating bacon sizzled over their... propane cookstove. Such a shame, people not really camping anymore. Should be fire. Their bacon burns to blackness... serves them right.
You see this girl, the little girl that saved you, again. You go up to her, to thank her for saving you. But she has a terrified look on her face. She runs away. You can't even run fast enough to catch her. oh yea, that was a dream. This little girl.. i probably just saw her, and dreamnt about her. So shes freaked out by someone like me just coming at her randomly. She does seem tiny, after all.

You head back to the main campground, slightly disturbed by this appearance. You walk past the girl and what you assume is her dad and some other people... how did she get there so fast... but you keep your distance.. dont want those guys to get pissed at you too!

Distracted by the girl and the guys with her, you trip and fall on the ground. Of all the bloody things... had to get mud on your only clean pants. How could things get any worse... Well, murphy's law. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. There is a bear in your campsite. And not just in your campsite, its sitting on your tent, and munching on a sandwich out of your cooler. Next he'll be drinking my beer. Fucking prick. Looks like you jinxed yourself... well he doesnt drink it, that would just be too much. But he bats at the can... his claw pierces the side, spraying your face with your own beer. Bastard!! thats my last beer!

Chill out dude!
One of the men with the girl is standing next to you. He doesnt look 21...
I've got a whole fridge full in my camper.

Thank god for people who don't really camp, you mutter to yourself. The burnt bacon is still in the frying pan, outside on the campstove. You crack open a Guiness. You really don't like that dark of beer, but its the only thing in the fridge.

I'm sorry, mate, I don't have any Miller. How bout a Red Bull and vodka?

That would be delicious! how did he know I like miller? That was only Bud Light in my cooler...

The man opens the fridge and pulls out a Red bull. He opens the cupboard and pours a few shots of vodka out of a smallish bottle.

HOLD IT! You say, This isnt real! there was nothing but a couple sixes of Guiness in the fridge...

Damn straight!
The young man looks at you keenly.
You mean you didn't know you were dreaming? How is this possible?
How would I know...

Its called common sense dude. A four year old can't run faster than you, not even me!
The little girl pipes up. She takes a swig from the glass of vodka.

Bad girl! Bad things will happen to you if you drink!
The man has a stern look on his face. Even as she swallows, the whole camper rocks.