Chase said, pulling his stick from their makeshift fire. Of course, he didn’t really have a toasted marshmallow on the end. If he did, it’d likely have been stale and hard as a rock. Molly giggled at the gesture all the same.“Why, thank you, good sir,” she said, miming acceptance. She popped the fake sweet into her mouth and rubbed her stomach. “Mmm. Delicious.”“What’s a marshmallow?” asked Darla, the only child still awake. The others were mostly sacked out a few feet away, exhausted by their trek.“Only the best food on Earth,” Chase declared, reaching over to tickle her. “Soft and squishy, just like you.” The girl squealed in delight and jumped onto him, knocking him backwards. They tussled for a bit before Chase finally let her pin him to the ground in victory.They’d set up camp in a small motel courtyard off of I-95 for the night. Chase had scouted out a room for them to sleep in and collected blankets from other rooms. Those blankets were all now spread across the floor inside, making a cozy little space to sleep and an easy position to retreat to.
