Sebastian pulled a cigarette from his pack and lit up with shaky hands. There wasn’t much that scared the boy, but whatever those things that attacked the bus were, did. He took out his phone and flipped it open; holding it above his head to try and get service, he started walking around the area. His journey ended promptly as his feet hit water. He looked down to see that he was standing in a stream below the bridge, and he cursed, irritated. However, when he looked at his phone, he saw that he had a few bars of signal. He tried phoning his mum, but she didn’t answer. “Hey, don’t worry or nothing, but on the way to camp, our bus crashed,” Seb left out the word ‘attacked’ as it would be counteractive to the whole ‘don’t worry’. “And we’re okay, not lost or anything, just waiting for the back up buses to come pick us up,” he lied. He had no idea when they’d get rescued or where they were. “Just wanted to call so you’d hear it from me and not the news. Not that this would make the news. That’s all, really. Cheers,” Seb sighed and hung up, climbing back up toward the bridge, puffing on his smoke. He dropped the butt to the ground and toed the ash into the dirt before looking up at the others that were hanging about the bus.  Sebastian inched over them and sighed loud enough for them to hear. “Well isn’t this just shit,” Sebastian gave a raspy chuckle, hands on his hips.