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The sun was dipping low in the sky as Gray and his friends reached their destination. The scenic view of the beach was slowly becoming tinted in shades of orange. It would be nice to take in the sights, but time was counting down before the difficulty of their tasks would increase. Gray removed the overly stuffed old bags he was wearing and let them drop onto the sandy ground beside him. He wasn't exactly in a great mood, though it was hard to pinpoint the reason. His gray eyes turned to Connor when the tall boy began talking about quickly setting up. Trying to match Connor's chipper mood, Gray smiled back as he pushed away the gloomy feeling.

[color=9e0039]"I can do the bonfire,[/color]" Gray declared as he picked up his one bag that looked oddly lopsided due to its contents. [color=9e0039]"I brought everything we should need for it. Good thing this beach allows bonfires. I'll start on it. Let me know if you guys need help with the tents or something."[/color] With that said, the eighteen-year-old found a spot nearby where they had decided to set camp. With swift movements, Gray began to scoop the sand aside to make a hole in which to place the wood for the bonfire.