The friends sit around the campfire drinking their beers and enjoying the conversation. Each one feels the stress of their work day release as the alcohol permeats their bodies. Ben is glad he is with his friends, it takes his mind off the horror he experienced the past few nights. He looks forward to crawling in to a sleeping bag and hearing the night sounds as he drifts off to sleep in the chill of the night air.
"So thats it for the beer. This is the last one. I think Im gonna hit the hay guys." Joe rises from his makeshift seat, a big rock, and stands above Dan and Ben as he stretches his back.
"Yeah me too. Its getting cold and the fire is dying out enough that I think we could call it quits for tonight. Tomorrow we gotta lot of fishing to do!" Dan nods his head toward the river about a half mile from their camping spot.
Above the trio the full moon is reaching its apex in the night sky, bathing them in its silver light.
"Yeah. My bones are achin from sitting on this rock HEEEAW!!" Ben finishes his sentance with a coughing bray that comes from deep in his chest. His eyes go wide, his friend are looking right at him...