Rons pov:
I watch as he dust his hands of on his jeans after he finished up the fire
I sat down on a nearby long watching as Carl sat next to me
I count keep my mouth shut "do you think there dead?" He looked at me with a doubtful look and shaked his head no
"I think they'll find us and we need to be ready wen they do" I nod and stand up he looks at me with a skeptical look he looked like he wanted to ask me something but decided other wise
Answering his unasked question from over my shoulder as I walk away "I'm going to take a wiz,don't die wen I'm gone"
Not looking back I walk father away from the cozy warm fire and father into the scary,cold woods
I look around trying to get my eyes use to the sudden darkness I blindly walk over to a random tree and unzip my jeans and do my business
I walk back to are 'camp' to see no Carl I look around franticly trying to find him
"Carl....carl com-on this isn't funny" I yell\whisper
Only to flinch wen something jumps on my back I open my mouth wide and was about to scream wen a hand went over my mouth
I heard a low chuckle in my ear "your such a wimp" recognizing that voice I shrug of CARLS hand and turn around and glare at him
"That wasn't funny" his only respond was a shrug and "I thought it was funny"
I sigh and give him a playful push on the shoulder him giving me playful push in return
I give him a playful glare and push him a little more roughly but still in a playful way he went to playfully push me again but trips over a stick
He falls straight on top of me arms holding him up on each other side of my head well both of his legs were between mine
We lock eyes,blue meeting brown
None of us speaking not doing anything until Carl makes a move...