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There's nothing more that you like than sleeping.
The comforting sensation of being wrapped in fluffy blankets, creating a warm cocoon around your being was everything you could ever wish for. And fortunately for you, that sensation came every single night, as you purposely had bought soft fabrics to suffocate yourself each day.
You always enjoyed sleeping with nature sounds. Never too loud, as you were quite the light sleeper, and the loud noises could possibly ruin your night.
You smile contently at the sounds of crickets and cicadas around you. Your limbs stretched lazily as you felt a warm sensation, as if the sun was hitting your whole body.
After a moment of just enjoying the moment of coziness and calm, you open your eyes.
You're met with yellow.
A dread feeling forms itself in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes widen as your upper rises, never leaving the warm and endless yellow that was over your head.
Finding the courage to break the stare, your gaze shifts lower, observing your surroundings.
Your legs fidget under the covers before stopping entirely when you realize that you were sitting inside a green sleeping bag. Your breath quickens in confusion as you shakily unzips the sleeping bag.
You crawl out of it, feeling the hard sensation of the groundsheet, small and sharp pebbles digging into the palms of your hands. You let out a quiet and annoyed wince at the feeling before fully getting up, being awkwardly stopped by the low roof of the tent.
The cicadas outside kept singing, now a few chirps echoing along with them, as you look down at yourself. You knock over a water bottle, it being fortunately closed, into the ground by accident as you tried to sit back down. The feeling of having to bend down your upper body as you were standing up was incredibly annoying and awkward.
Plopping back on the sleeping back, your eyes observe the inside of the tent. There's a few clothing items scattered around, blushing at the sight of what looked like one of your pair of panties on a closed lantern. You snatch the item, examining the pattern of the fabric.
You trace the lace of the plum underwear, the ribbon mocking you.
"Those actually belong to me," you whisper under your breath, as if scared of concretizing the moment. Your eyes shift back up to continue to examine the inside of the yellow tent.
You stretch out your arm to grab the nearest backpack, tugging the heavy item with a bit of a struggle. Your heartbeat had slowed down as the minutes passed, the warmth of the sun above having its way of calming your nerves.
You zip open the backpack and you're met with what you'd consider a junk backpack.
Protein bars being the first thing you see. You take one of the few you apparently had, eyeing the brand. You compare it to the others, noting how all of them somehow contained chocolate chips.
The next thing you get out is a sunscreen bottle, the smiley sun mocking you in a way. You put the bottle next to you, having the dreadful feeling that you would somehow need it.
Your hand digs deeper before being stopped by the crinkly sound of plastic. You pat the item before getting it out.
Your eyes widen at the sight of red Bigfoot feet. "Oh, my God," you say, a bit more loudly than you intended, bringing the package closer to your face. "Allan Candy... Wow! Can't believe I have that."
With a newfound eagerness, you rip open the package, plopping a foot into your mouth. You hum at the taste, chewing slowly as if to memorize it.
Your exploration and candy savoring moment is abruptly cut short as a dark figure appears infront of the closed tent opening. Your eyes stay on the figure, the soft sweetness melting inside your cheek as you freeze.
The figure seems to hesitate before it's joined two others. From the outlines of their bodies, you can see a man and two women.
The man and one of the women seems to bicker before the other feminine figure stepped closer to the opening, her fingers tracing the top of it.
"(Y/N)?" A soft voice echoes behind the yellow entrance. "Are you okay in there? You've been inside for a while now."
Your breath hitches, your heartbeat picking up. Her hand trails down to the zipper on the tent, starting to open it. You look down at yourself to see if you were at least wearing something decent, which you were definitely not, being only in your underwear.
Your hand reaches out to the nearest blanket, hiding your partly naked body as the tent opened.
You're met with... Amy?
Your eyes stay still on the woman as she eyes the inside of your tent, her eyes stopping at the opened package of raspberry candy.
"You said you were going to share next time," Amy says, her tone light, even as she feigns annoyance. "And honestly? I can't believe candy is the first thing you eat in the morning. I thought better of you," she scolds you.
You blink at her words, shocked by the normalcy of the situation. "W—what?" You stutter out.
She lets out a sigh, already exiting the tent. "Dress up! It's the end of the world, dumbass, not a family brunch." And with that, she disappears, leaving with the two other unknown figures.
You stay silent for a moment, the pit of your stomach setting still as the door of your tent flaps with the wind.
You hurry your body off the sleeping back, trying to find proper clothes. You wiggle yourself into a nearby pair of jeans, happy to see they weren't high rise before sliding your upper body into a black camisol.
The top stopped a little under your belly button, disappointed setting in your heart as you didn't have a mirror to see how you looked. Your head turned from side to side, trying to find a way to look at your bottom, an habit of making sure your ass didn't look fat, in a bad way, of course. You frown at the sight of the lace of your panties sticking out, pushing the fabric down to hide it.
You slip on a pair of socks then the only sneakers you had, climbing out of the yellow tent clumsily.
The wind brush against your hair, pushing it off of your face in a refreshing way. You look up, squinting as the sun peaked through a few tree branches that was draped over your tent.
You turn your head to the side, a bit surprised to see other tents and little dead bonfires.
You had a bad feeling about this.