Intro/explanation

"I hate the rain," A said, elbow resting on his leg as the fire ahead boomed with a bright glow. Though it could be seen from miles, it felt like an abyss up close. Smoke blew from the top, twisting and turning into the night sky. The rain would quench the fire.

"Me too." Darryl got up and held his hand out. He pulled A up and handed him his water bottle, a smile pulling at his delicate lips.

"Let's keep moving," Darryl finalized, and from the corner of his eyes he could see Zak grinning.

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