The morning of the hike

After a night of tossing and turning Cammie gets up before sunrise for a second morning in a row. Nervous about going back to the cliff edge, where Robin found her and where it had all happened. Terrified that she may find Callie’s clean picked bones scattered along the forest floor she gets up out of bed switches the light on and checks the time. It’s only three thirty am. Careful not to make any noise she goes through the bag of clothing from the Mountain Outfitters store. She lays all the items on the bed neatly. Checking the jeans over, they don’t look too bad, but she decides to go with the hiking trousers that have thermal lining in because she can tell there’s still a nip of cold in the air.

Once dressed in her navy trouser, long sleeved baby blue top, fleece and burgundy coloured fluffy socks, Cammie checks the time again.

It’s four-twenty-three am. Contemplating whether or not it would be okay to wake Robin up, Cammie decides she’ll give it another half hour before headin