We gather our stuff together, backpacks, check, Flashlights, check, Food, check, Tents, check, Sleeping bags?-- ' HEY- RAYMOND ' Robert yells to the man with holes in his face, ' What-? ' the skinny man turns to the small boy, ' Where are the sleeping bags? ' Robert said quietly, in a mumbling tone, Raymond shrugs, ' Let's sleep on sticks, plus, we have more chance of death then anyone in the camp!! ' Robert glared at the spotted faced freak. ' Shut up, dude, we need the sleeping bags. '