Chapter 6“What day is it?” Bart asked when Jake shook him awake.
“Thursday, I think. Yeah, Thursday.”
“Day six of our ordeal,” Dave added. “And I have to piss.”
“Day four,” Tyler said. “Saturday and Sunday were pretty good.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Dave started toward the tunnel. “Don’t worry; I’m only going to piss over the edge at the other end. I’m not crazy enough to go down to the canyon.”
“Maybe I should come with you,” Jake said, starting toward him.
Dave waved him off. “I’m a big boy. Nothing’s going to happen. If I see the monster, and I bet it’s still asleep in one of its hidey-holes, I’ll beat it the hell back here to warn you. The rest of you can eat breakfast, I guess.”
“Half of a half of a dry sandwich,” Bart muttered, digging his out of his backpack.
“And only half of it,”
