"This looks like a good place to make camp",said Hadrian, addressing vernon and jean.
Hadrian was running out of daylight and knew he needed to recuperate after a long day of travel. The setting sun had made a beautiful mix of colors like purple,orange,and red. It was a warm day but it had a nice crisp breeze. The weather was beautiful but the nights were cold and long, just like they had always been since he had left.
"Where even are we?", Jean complained,"We're in the middle of nowhere".
"We don't have a destination, we're running out of food,and we reek".
"Shut up, Jean", Answered Hadrian,"Help me pitch this tent".
The night was creeping in and the trio had just finished pitching the tent. Hadrian noticed vernon was very quiet. This was not normal, Hadrian's loudmouth,immature friend was always blabbering. Perhaps he was tired,Hadrian thought. Hadrian knew better though, he decided that he should talk to him later.
"Hadrian, can you help me get this splinter out of my foot?", Jean asked.
"Sure, hold still", Hadrian said,"Damn, your feet fucking stink"
Hadrian pulled the splinter out with ease. Hadrian then turned his attention outside of the tent. He thought he heard something.