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Chapter Five

"Hey, it's 2:30! Get up!"

Vickie peeled open her eyes when she heard a shout.

"Let's go, guys. Get up. Get up!" Blake shouted, his voice rising higher each time he spoke.

Vickie whimpered as she tried to snuggled back into her warm sleeping bag, Nick's arm was draped over her body, his legs entangled with hers. She was lying on her side, with him cuddled into her back.

Nick had obviously also heard the shouting, and chose to ignore it, holding her tighter.

She felt the tent shake and opened her eyes to glare at the invisible Blake. "Wade, Dalton, let's go. We're gonna miss the damn game."

"Nick." She grumbled. "Will you kill him for me?"

Nick groaned in response, burying his head into her neck, pulling her closer.

"Nick! Get up!" They heard Blake shout again.

Vickie inhaled sharply as something smacked against the tent. "Jesus Christ…" She murmured, and started to move. "Boy needs to chill."

Nick groaned again and started pulling her back down when she tried to sit up. "Ni-i-i-ick!" She whined, pouting. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder in response, trying to get comfy.

She sighed as she lay there for a couple of seconds, letting him get comfy.

Rolling her eyes, she reached over and not too gently grabbed his ear, yanking him up into a sitting position.

"Ah, ah, ah! Damn it, woman, I'm up!" Nick growled, swatting at her hand.

Vickie smiled triumphantly.

She let her eyes wander mischievously over to Dalton, who was sleeping peacefully, unaware of her gaze.

Nick scratched his head as he stood up, he shuffled over to the tent flap and opened it, letting the light get in. He glanced back and noticed Dalton still asleep, he then noticed Vickie looking at him, mischief in her eyes. He smiled slightly. "You gonna wake him up then?"

Vickie nodded, not looking at him. She stood up and walked over to the unsuspecting Dalton, kneeling beside him. She ripped the top half of his sleeping bag off him and grabbed hold of the top he was wearing in bed. She started shaking him violently. "Dalton! Fire, fire! We are all going to die!"

Dalton shot up quickly, nearly knocking her over. He released something resembling a girly squeak, and squeezed the sleeping bag to him, frightfully.

Nick chuckled, thinking it still too early to laugh. "God, Dalton, what was that?"

Dalton, once realizing that Vickie was just fooling around, cleared his throat, pretending that he didn't just squeal. "So, it's morning…" He commented, nodding.

Vickie and Nick just stared at him.

Dalton nodded again and stood up. "I guess we should get everything ready." He said and turned his back to them, folding his sleeping bag and such.

Vickie shook her head, smiling. "Only you, Dalton, only you." She said, and joined him in packing away their stuff.

All the tents were down, and they were busy moving their things back into the cars.

"So…" Dalton said, as he wandered over to Vickie, who had just finished getting changed into her clean clothes, and was stuffing her other clothes into her bag.

She raised an eyebrow and closed her bag, walking away from him and heading to Blake's car to throw her bag inside. "So…" She repeated. She then smirked and looked up at the sky. "So… the sky is blue?"

Dalton chuckled as he followed her. "So… where's my camera?"

Vickie threw her bag into the car and frowned. "I thought you got it?" She said turning to face him.

Dalton pressed his lips together and shook his head, shrugging.

"I left it in the back of Blake's car." She said, nodding her head to the back of the car. "Bu-u-t, it's not there, one of the guys must've taken it."

Dalton pouted but nodded. "Alright, Vickers, I'll get it back." He said, playfully.

Vickie laughed and walked away, going towards the rest of the stuff.

She felt arms wrap themselves around her waist, and realized it was Nick. He held her tightly and pressed his lips against her temple, her cheek and then her neck. "Mmm, good morning." He said, squeezing her for a second before letting go and walking around to face her.

"What was that for?" Vickie asked, smiling.

He shrugged. "Thought that was a better 'Good morning' greeting."

Vickie rolled her eyes and nodded. He smiled at her before walking towards the deck chair they had left out.

"Vick!" Carly shouted. She was standing with Paige, near the edge of the trees.

"What?" Both Vickie and Nick shouted.

Carly rolled her eyes. "I said V-ick, not N-ick."

Vickie grinned. "Yeah, dumbass." She said in Nick's direction.

She walked passed him on her way to Carly and felt a sting on her ass, realizing she had just been slapped. She quickly turned around, narrowing her eyes when she saw Nick picking up the deck chair, an innocent look on his face.

"You are so dead when I get back." She said, sticking her tongue out at him and continuing on her way to Carly.

Nick just grinned at her.

"Hey, what's up?" Vickie asked, raising her eyebrows at Carly and Paige.

"We're going to the bathroom and such, you coming?" Paige asked, motioning to the trees.

Vickie shrugged. "Sure why not, let's go."

Carly nodded and led the way into the woods, Vickie and Paige following behind.

"So you and Wade talk some more?" Paige asked.

She and Vickie stood with their backs to Carly, as she finished doing her business.

"We're just in different places right now. He hasn't given me a guilt trip for going, so I can't give him one for staying." Carly explained, standing up and fixing her jeans. She paused what she was doing when a gust of wind went past. She made a sound of disgust and held her hand to her nose.

Paige copied her. "Oh, my God, there's that smell again."

"That seriously stinks, what the hell is it?" Vickie asked, her voice sounding weird as she tried hard not to breathe throw her nose.

Carly turned, looking around. "I think it's coming from over there." She said and proceeded to walk in that direction.

"Yeah, let's go follow the smell." Paige said, not moving from her spot.

Vickie stayed put, not wanting to go closer to the horrible smell.

Carly kept walking. "What? I wanna see what it is."

"Why?" Paige asked, slowly starting to take steps towards Carly.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to second Paige's question!" Vickie said, fanning her hand to her face, and following Carly.

"Come on!" Carly shouted.

Vickie scrunched her face up, but ran to catch up with Carly. Paige was behind her, and she turned to share a look with her.

"I cannot believe you're making me do this." Paige said, disgusted. "Only you."

"Come on, it'll be fine." Carly said, trying to comfort her.

Vickie sighed, not liking this situation at all. "God, what are you even expecting to find anyways?" She groaned.

"I'm gonna throw up." Paige whined, holding her hand tightly to her nose. "Oh, my God. I hate you."

Carly turned around to look at Paige and Vickie, and laughed. She turned and kept walking, not noticing the lack of a path in-front of her. She fell straight down, sliding violently down the muck and straight into a huge pile of bloody carcasses.

TBC…