rough creative story

Bill and I are sitting across from each other holding our hands up to the fire. We’re sitting on a couple rocks, staring, and listening to the cracks of the wood.
“What you suppose we should do about ‘em?” I ask him. He doesn’t look up. I can tell his nerves are starting to get to him. Usually he’s a talker, but tonight he I know he’s scared, edgy. He’s still staring at the fire. I look back down and put my hands deep in my pockets and shudder. Goddamn fire isn’t hot enough yet. I knew we should have gotten more wood, but I’m know sure as hell Bill isn’t going out there again, and I’m not going out there alone, not after seeing that. I turn my head toward the black woods where we found him laying, but its too heavy, so I turn my head back to Bill. He’s still staring at the fire “Fuck man. How you think he died?”
“Don’t know.” I answered, rubbing my hands together to get warm.
“He was just a kid wasn’t he. Couldn’t have been more than sixteen.”
“Yup” I say and look down at my phone; still no bars. I knew it was a lost cause, but I had to check anyway. “Well we can’t call it in.”
“Fuck man. You think we should check if he has a wallet or something? Just to see who he is.” Bill asks. I can hear his voice start to tremble. He’s not hiding it anymore. I shake my head, but I don’t know if he sees me or not.
“Well, in any case we need some wood. Lets just got out that way” he motions his head opposite of where we found the kid laying. I give him a look of agreement, and I know he can see me this time because we both get up at the same time.

When we found him, it was just before sunset. We had set up camp late and were scrambling to find some wood before it got dark. Right away I could smell it. I yelled over to Bill and asked if he smelled it too and said “a little bit”. At first I didn’t think much of it, but as I walked further from camp, the smell got stronger.
“You don’t think there will be any bears around to do you?” I said. Then just as I fiinshed asking, I saw Bill flinch and then hover over something.
“Holy fuck man. Dude it’s a body. He’s dead. Holy Fuck.” He said, panicking, stepping back from the body, but positioning his head so not to loose site of it.
I ran up to him stopping just short of where he was and craned my neck to look at it. About ten feet from me was this kid. He had a bad head wound and was already decomposed pretty bad. I started gagging, and threw up a little bit then turned back to camp. When I left, Bill was still staring at the kid, and when he came back I already had the fire started.