After a long day of chopping wood, fishing, and hiking, the events from the night before were practically forgotten as the three enjoyed their break away from life at home. They returned to the campsite with a few hours of daylight to spare, just enough for them to put together a meal.
Mark later brought out a bag of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers.
"Mark, you are fucking amazing..." Wade said around a mouthful warm marshmallow.
"Thank you. Don't we all love our mouths full of sticky goodness?" Mark waggled his brows.
"That's dirty, Mark." Bob laughed.
Mark smiled, but suddenly he coughed. "Er, excuse me." He cleared his throat. He suddenly clutched his chest and grunted. "Oh my god...." He panted, eyes wide. "I think it's...ARGHHHH!" Mark groaned as he began to thrash in his seat.
"I TOLD YOU MARK!!" Wade jumped up and held his marshmallow stick out at Mark. Bob stood up as well, ready to lunch to grab a log out of the fire. Mark gripped the arms of his chair as he grunte