They were running through the forest, it was cold and dark and they had lost all sense of direction.
“Do you really know where we are going?” asked the one person, a woman in her late twenties with long, brown hair, wearing a leatherjacket and blue jeans.
“Yes of course!” yelled the other person, a man in the same age with short, blonde hair and a beard covering his upper lip and chin. “I know those woods!”
“It doesn’t seem like it!” she answered and stopped for a moment, out of breath. The leatherjacket was sticking to her wet and sweaty skin and she felt the cold running down her back. “How are you holding up?”
He turned around at her and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m cold, that’s for sure.” He pointed at her. “Because I gave you the jacket and I’m standing here with my shirt!”
She made a displeased face. “You can have it back!” But he shook his head and turned aroun