The four are sleeping when they hear whispering.
Y/N: What's going on?
Heather: Oh, God. What's that sound?
They then hear an owl hooting and continues to hear an eerie voice.
Josh: Jesus! Jesus Christ, what if it's...
Y/N: What was that?
Mike: Jesus Christ.
Heather: I'm going to put jeans on. Take the video camera. No, get the DAT ready.
Josh: I'm going to take the video camera. I'm gonna record this shit.
They then hear voices laughing as the tent begins to shake.
Mike: Oh, dear God! Oh, dear God! Go! fucking go!
Mike runs out of the tent as the others follow.
Mike: Oh, God! God! Fucking God! Hurry up!
Heather: I'm coming! My boots aren't laced.
Heather turns and screams.
Heather: Oh, my God!
Y/N: What?!
Heather: What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that? Shit! Oh, my God!
Heather and Y/N lost Mike.
Heather: Mike, where are you going? Holy shit.
Josh turns on the light and finds Mike, Y/N, and Heather hiding.
Mike: Turn the lights off. Turn the lights off. Turn that light off. Turn it off, Josh. All lights off. All lights off.
Josh turns off the light.
Josh: I'm soaking.
Y/N: It's okay.
Josh: What's that? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on?
Y/N: Did you hear that baby screaming?
Josh: Shut the fuck up. There's no fucking baby out there.
Y/N: Yes, there was.
Josh: There's no fucking baby out there.
Mike: Okay. Okay. Okay. l haven't heard anything since we ran away.
Josh: Oh, my God, it's cold. We should be quiet, okay?
Heather: We should be quiet.
Y/N: Okay. Okay.
Soon after, morning came as Heather began to record.
Y/N: I don't hear anything anymore. Maybe we should go back.
Mike: How long have we been here? l don't know.
Heather: I don't know. Maybe a fucking hour. The sun's up. We're okay now.
Mike: Let's just get back. Let's pack shit up. Let's get out.
Heather: Okay.
They return to the camp, and it is completely destroyed.
Josh: What the fuck, man?
Heather: Where's my pack?
Y/N: Your pack is right there. Where's my pack?
Josh: What the fuck, man? How come we're getting fucked with like this?
They then find spilled water from the canister.
Josh: They just opened it up.
Mike: They spilled all my fucking water.
Josh: That looks like slime, man.
Mike: It's just water, man.
Mike then feels it.
Mike: It is slime. What the fuck is that?
Josh: It's slime, dude.
They all begin to pack up.
Mike: Let's get this shit packed up and get out of here.
Josh: Come on, Heather. Turn that thing off.
Y/N: Heather, come on, let's go.
Mike: Heather, let's move it.
Josh: I'm not interested in anything anymore. Let's go.
Heather: I know! I know!
Josh: So, turn it off.
heather: Just relax for just a second. Have we gotten everything here?
Josh: Like I give a shit.
Heather: Whose shit was thrown around? Who specifically?
Josh: It's my shit! My shit.
Y/N: Why you?
Mike: Let's go! Let's go. Are you not scared enough?
Heather: No, but why you?
Josh goes towards Heather.
Josh: Put the camera down. This is not funny.
Heather: I'm coming. Do I look like I'm laughing at all?
Josh: No, but you're going around doing your documentary thing, man. You're still doing your fucking thing.
Josh goes for the camera as Heather yells.
Heather: Don't fucking...
Josh: Then turn the goddamn thing off! If you bite me one more time, l will throw you in the fucking woods.
Heather: You touch my camera one more time, I'll bite you again.
Josh: Turn that thing off!
Soon after, everything calms down.
Josh: Sorry.
Heather: I didn't mean it, okay?
Josh: Are you all right?
Heather: I'm fine. I just... I want to go home, but it's important... I just want to get what we can.
Y/N: I have a house around here. If we can reach it, we maybe call for help. I have a telephone there.
Mike: Then let's go there.
Y/N: Follow me.
They all begin to follow Y/N as he goes past a log over the edge.
Heather: What the fuck? ls this possible? Okay, all right. Here I go.
Heather begins to cross the log.
Heather: I hate crossing streams on logs. If I never cross another stream on a log for the rest of my life, l will die a happy girl.
Josh is then holding the camera.
Josh: I see why you like this video camera so much.
Heather: You do?
Josh: It's not quite reality.
Mike: Reality says we got to move.
Josh: No, but it's totally like a filtered reality, man. It's like you can pretend everything's not quite the way it is.
After hiking for a while, Josh is sitting down clearly devastated.
Mike: Just leave him alone for now.
Y/N: We need to go.
Mike: Just leave him alone for five minutes.
Y/N: Mike...
Mike: Just leave him alone. Five minutes. Come on. He's lost it.
Y/N: I know that, but we're all on the brink of losing it.
Mike: I know we are. We got to take care of each other.
Y/N: I know.
Mike: And there's no way we're taking care of him if we're going to throw the camera in his face if he's crying.
Y/N: l know that.
Mike: I know you know. I know the three of us are about to lose it, but let's try and keep the last wits we have.
Y/N: We have to...
Mike: I understand we have to go. Believe me, I know.
Y/N: It's hard for all of us to hold it together. We need to get to my house in one piece, and this is not helping.
Mike: I know this. You're not telling me anything I don't know. Just let him have his...
Josh: Does anybody have a cigarette?
Mike: No, man.
Heather: No, there's none left.
Mike: Nobody has any cigarettes?
Heather: We're out.
Y/N: I think I have one left. Hold on.
Josh then notices something on his bag.
Josh: What the fuck was this blue jelly shit all over my shit?
Heather: Let's go. Let's go.
Y/N: If we keep going south, we will reach my house.
Heather: Please.
Josh then comes over and sighs.
Josh: I don't want to set up camp another fucking night, man.
Heather: Josh, none of us do.
Josh: I know. I know you don't.
Mike: Whatever it is, is going to come back. We know that for a fact.
Heather: We don't know that for a fact.
Josh: It came three nights in a row, and it's getting worse every night.
They start to hike but stop as Heather looks at Mike.
Heather: I would love to hear this right now. l really would.
Mike: I'm just trying to say that, you know, we have to rationally say...
Heather: I know.
Mike: They might very well go on forever compared to our footsteps.
Heather: Not possible. Not possible in this country.
Josh: Why is it not possible?
Heather: Because this is America and it's not possible. We've destroyed most of our natural resources. Let's just keep going.
Josh then begins to sing as he lays down and soon after Mike joins in on the singing until they come across a creek and see a tree.
Mike: No, that's the tree we crossed. That tree is down. That's the same one. Oh, God!
Heather: No. Oh, no.
Mike: You've got to be kidding me! This is a joke!
Heather: No...
Y/N: How...
Mike: This is not funny!
Heather: Mike, just please stop. Please... Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.
Mike: Oh, no!
Heather: No.
Y/N: Mike, it's not the same log. It's not the same log, Mike.
Mike: It's the same one!
Y/N: Look, it's not.
Mike: It is! Open your eyes!
Y/N: It's not the same log. It's not... It's not the same log.
Mike: Fuck. Fuck!
Heather: It's the same log.
Y/N: Fuck, fuck, fuck! It's the same log.
Mike: Fuck you, God!
Heather: It's the same log.
Heather continues to sob.
Heather: Okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Y/N looks at the creek as the others talk.
Heather: Where do you want to go to camp? I guess today south didn't work out, so tomorrow we'll go east. I don't know what to say, Josh.
Y/N: How the fuck did we walk south all day and wind up here?
Heather: We've walked south all day, okay? We walked south all fucking day. I don't know how we ended up here. Do you expect me to do something or say something? What do you want to do, Josh? Josh?
Y/N: I want to make movies, Heather. Isn't that what we're here to do?
Heather: Fuck you. Fuck you. Really. Fuck you.
Mike: Please, let's not fight. Please. Come on, I can't. I can't listen to fighting. l can't fight. We're screwed and that's it. Please stop fighting. Both of you. I'll do the first watch. I got first watch.
Y/N sighs.
Josh: Come on, you can do better than that.
Mike: This is not the place or the time, guys. We have things to prepare for here.
Josh: Okay, here's your motivation. You're lost, you're angry in the woods, and no one here is here to help you. There's a fucking witch and she keeps leaving shit outside your door.
Heather: Josh.
Josh: There's no one here to help you. She left little trinkets.
Heather: Josh.
Josh: You fucking took one of them. She ran after us. There's no one here to help you.
Y/N: Josh!
Josh: We walked for 15 hours today. We ended up in the same place. There's no one here to help you.
Heather: Just stop.
Y/N: Josh!
Josh: That's your motivation!
Heather: Would you please stop?
Josh: That's your motivation.
Heather: Please stop.
Mike: Josh. Just quit it. She's had enough.
Heather: Please stop.
Mike: Come on, man, you got her back. Good one.
Josh: No, she's still making movies, man. That's my point.
Heather: Please stop.
Mike: This is my point here.
Heather: It's all I fucking have left, okay?! Just please stop. Please stop. Just please stop yelling at me, please.
Mike: Come on, I'm fucking tired of crying all day here. We got to think like human beings. We have things to prepare for. We got to make shifts. We got lots to do.
Josh: You going to write us a happy ending, Heather?
Heather walks away.
Y/N: Come on, man, turn it off. You're getting like she was. Come on, turn it off.
They then set up camp as Heather, Josh and Mike stitch up their pants.
Josh: Dude, I can't believe we're even stitching those pants at this point, man.
Mike: Well, I'm cold, man.
Josh: I know.
Mike: I hear you.
Josh: I know.
Heather: The smallest comforts we can get are good.
Josh: Doesn't it just seem absurd, though, at this point?
Mike: Yes, it does.
Heather: A lot of things seem absurd.
Mike: Like sleeping right where we were pretty much sleeping last night.
Josh: That's just fucking me up, period. That's just fucked up, man. That's just... I'm sorry, man.
Mike: You chill. It's all right.
Josh: I'm sorry, Heather.
Heather: It's okay.
Mike: Who wants a cheeseburger?
Heather: I do. I do.
Mike: I got a cheeseburger in my back pocket.
Heather: Do you? Can I have a light to cut this?
Josh: You know what I fucking love?
Heather: What?
Josh: Mashed potatoes.
Heather: Me, too.
Josh: My mom's mashed potatoes.
Heather: You'll have them again very soon.
Josh: My mom's mashed potatoes and a piece of ass.
While they were talking, Y/n was writing in his journal.
'Breakdowns. Exhaustion. A giant circle. We hiked 11 hours today in a giant circle. We have no food. Hungry. Despairing. Exhausted. Hating and loving each other extremely and alternately all day long. Heather still can't figure out how we hiked in a circle today. She had the compass out all day. All 4 of us checked it every 5 minutes. We were going SOUTH all day. How are we going to get out of here if we keep hiking in circles? What is plan B? Plan B. Heather stitched as much as she could of Mike's crotch hole tonight. I'll try to keep this updated...'
They all then go to sleep. Suddenly, Y/N wakes up to Heather screaming.
Heather: Josh!
Y/N checks and sees the tent is empty. Y/N goes out and sees Josh is gone.