Chapter Thirty Five
Upon waking, a pain shot through his temple making him wince. Clutching the right side of his head, Michael sat up. Looking around he was still at base camp. The branches JC had created were gone, and the sleeping bags, aside from the one he was on, were neatly rolled up and placed by the tree leading back up the trail. The cooler rested next to them. John sat by the fire extending his hands out, playing with the flames. JC, Brianna, and Denise were nowhere in sight. Neither was April.
Looking toward the boy he asked. "Where's your mom?"
John continued watching the flames dance, then Michael noticed his ear buds in his ears. Waving at the boy he finally looked up. Pulling out the small device he said. "Oh hey Beast man. You're awake."
"Yea….." rubbing his head he continued. "I think I hit my head pretty fucking hard though….ow."
"I don't know I didn't see. I heard everything though, sounded pretty brutal."
"It was." Michael looked around. "Where is everyone?"