The Perfect Place to Die » Places

         Marnie snapped her head towards the guy riding the mountain bike. It was a nice bike and she smiled as the guy looked their way. From this distance she really couldn't tell what his expression was. Then her smile turned into a frown. He was here alone and had nothing with him that she could tell. Oh god, please do not tell me he is thinking about committing suicide... Before she could call out to him the boy took off down the trail. "Damn it." Marnie slammed the trunk door shut and looked up at Gale. Before she could answer a shiver ran down her spin. A voice filled her head. She was never going to leave. Marnie shook the thought out of her head. Why would I stay here forever? I...I love life....

Marnie carried her bags to the front if the jeep before placing then down and tying her hair back. "Well I was thinking going to the lake." She bent down, digging in one of the bags and took out a map. Spreading the map out on the hood, she bit her lower lip looking over it, and pointed to the lake. "I say we walk as much as we can towards the lake. I am pretty sure the path with lead us to it. And then when we are there we can set up camp a little ways off the path and then once it is dark we can head to investigate." Marnie looked at Gale as she said investigate and wiggled her shoulders laughing.