While not an outdoor enthusiast by any means Enola found it quite pleasant to be in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a bunch of things that were not people. And they were off to a good start - even if Jamie was obsessing about not obsessing and Jane looked like she wanted to die. No one was bleeding yet. It had to be a new record.
Toying with one of the plastic guns she took a practice shot and wrinkled her nose when the pile of rocks was splattered with bright, pink paint.
"...yuck."
Jane was pale and unhappy. She, like Jamie, felt that this was some special sort of hell. All the sunlight, fresh air and distinct lack of anything resembling a internet connection had her feeling slightly ill. The only reason she hadn't upchucked or passed out was the small, slim satellite phone she kept tucked in her shirt.
Mumbling she glared at every tree, kicked at every flower and went so far to try and put her cigarette out on a squirrel that had gotten to close.