Billy smiled foolishly as his liquor was taken away. He looked at the contents in his hands, completely forgetting what to do with the smore stuff and taking a drink of the water Kassey had brought him. What a nice person she was. He lulled about food, crackers sounded nice, so did smores but then that quickly changed into him feeling like he was going to throw up. He took another drink of water but it didn't really help.

[color=gold]"Uhhh... I'll be... b-back!"[/color] he stammered, quickly getting up from his seat and briskly jogging away from everyone else. That was the last thing he needed people to see, him getting sick. He couldn't think straight, damn Vodka and he blindly found himself running into the woods opposite of everyone else. He tripped on a branch and sprawled forward, his face smacked the ground with a dull thump.

Feeling even more dizzy he got on all fours and then emptied his already empty stomach. It was not a good feeling.

When that was done he sat back, realizing that he had no idea where he was and it was dark. He was afraid. There was not a noise under those foreboding trees but a snap of a branch made him reel around, face to face with nothing. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Billy stood up, and rubbed his ankle. It hurt really bad and when he tried to walk, pain jolted up his leg.

[color=gold]"Damnit! Billy you idiot. Why'd you drink the vodka?"[/color] He took another step, the pain was still there but he managed to half limp, half walk. The real question was, how was he going to get out.