>Using the lantern around as a silent guide, you continue your search for more firewood.
>This camping trip was a real drag.
>And by drag, you mean you were dragged into it.
>Literately.
>Applejack didn't want to go by herself, so she dragged you along.
>...And that pink monster.
>With the bundle under one arm and the lantern in your hand, you begin heading back to the camp.
>Among the trees, you can see the fire.
>Something was off, however.
>The fire was larger than normal.
>OH SHIT.
>The campsite is up in flames.
>Sprinting off like an Olympic runner hyped up on cocaine, you make your way for the camp.
"Pinkie! Applejack! Where are you guys?!"
>Applejack sleepily exits her tent and realizes the situation.
>Looking over at the tent, you notice Pinkie's is in flames.
>The nobleman in you dives in and scoops up the terrified Pinkie cowering in the corner before the fires begin consuming the entire tent.
>Making your way for the exit, you narrowly escape.
>You place Pinkie down once you and Applejack get a far away distance from the fire.
>Applejack turns to her friend, insuring she is alright.
>"Pinkie, are you alright?"
>Pinkie turns to you with a shit-eating grin smothering her face.
>"I'm glad I got out of there in time, that heat was in tents!"