Sawyer
The tent had been pitched, a fire was slowly growing, and soon Sawyer would be able to cook a basic yet delicious meal for himself. All in all, he would say that things were going fairly well. Sure, the rest of his group had bailed on him, so he was doing this alone. But did that really matter? Of course not. An adventure was still an adventure, even if you had to go on it alone.
Still, it was a bit disappointing that his plans hadn't worked out. He had brought supplies for half a dozen people, planning on s'mores and weenie roasts, ghost stories and campfire songs. He had even brought his guitar with him, although now he'd probably have to leave it behind since he had to carry everything on his own.