Camping
Cast Of Characters:
Sharon Daniels ---- DEAD
Diana Bates
Brooklyn Mance
Madi Smith
Wes Wells
Paul Charles
John Isaac ---- DEAD
Xander Lopez
Ian Harmon
Mrs. Helen Bartleby ---- DEAD
Erin Reihnheart ---- DEAD
Aaron Cox ---- DEAD
Kristy Dane
Danny Bates
Marissa Lee
Kaine Sanderson
Jake Williams ---- DEAD
Figg Newton ---- DEAD
Collen Knight
Melissa Stone
Chapter 7- Shriek
And the thirteen of us solemnly suspiciously looked at each other, with great nervousness and caution. At almost the same time, we all took a great step back and continued to look at each other, with fear and panic stricken into the souls of all of us after the claiming of Figg's life.
It was too much for Xander. "That's it. I'm going back to my tent. I can't take this suspense anymore," he stated, and with that, Xander made a run for his tent, and ducked in.
Melissa was next. She did nothing but get up and walk to her tent.
We all left gradually, and it started to sprinkle rain. How depressing.
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Wes stood in the middle of camp, in the rain, for a long while. It was a depressing statistic; almost half of his classmates had been brutally murdered in bizarre and twisted ways.
So he just stood there, staring at the ground with a frown on his face. The rain soaked through his sweatshirt, and the cold of the fresh rain pierced through his drenched sweatshirt. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be leaving this campground without being in a body bag.
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I sat on Collen's sleeping bag, with nothing but a bra and pajama shorts. He was just wearing jeans.
"Melissa… I think that it's almost certain that we're going to die, so why don't we have some strong vodka and wicked sex before we get executed."
I gasped. Then I smiled. "Alright… Some logic you have there… But drinking first," I suggested with a wicked grin.
Collen pulled some strong vodka out of his bag and popped the cork. We took turns chugging. It was strong, almost repulsive, yet at the same time, sweet and good tasting.
I don't know how many bottles of that crap we went through, but we were totally wasted, and having the time of our lives.
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I lay in pajamas inside my sleeping bag, listening to the sounds of the rain hitting the tent. Trying to survive while a mass murderer on the loose was just a bit stressful.
"Kaine," Marissa began, "are you awake?"
"Yes, Marissa, I'm awake. Just stressed and tired…"
She nodded in agreement. "I just hope I'm not next… I don't want to go through pain when I die… I want to live, Kaine."
I sensed fear in Marissa's voice. That just made me fear death that much more. But I knew it was coming for me.
I don't know how long it was until I looked up, but when I finally had the strength and willpower to, Marissa was practically in a coma.
She must have been stressed out. A lot. I knew what she was going through.
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Danny sat quietly inside his tent, dressed in drenched sweats. He wasn't afraid: Danny was fearless.
Then all of a sudden he was afraid. You see, Danny heard the noise. The rustling noise that had preceded many deaths before.
Nervousness succumbed Danny, and he was quite uncomfortably numb. He couldn't move. He was tense. He was a prime target- he was alone.
Danny knew the killer would have time to get away and his murder would be piled in with the rest- it was doubtful that he would even get his name mentioned in the news paper once this masacere was uncovered by the police or FBI.
Then his mind wandered farther: who would be mentioned by name? Kaine and Sharon were guarantees: Kaine was a prodigy and Sharon was daughter of a senator.
He suddenly shot back to present just in time to see something- someone- open the flap of his tent.
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"Melissa… Wake up," said Collen. I woke up to his arms around me, and thinking I had just woken up from a horrible nightmare, I kissed him on the cheek. Than, I REALLY woke up when we heard a powerful scream.
"What the…" Collen said, as he pulled on a plain t shirt, and went from the tent.
I pulled on a brown tee, and my jeans, and followed him out to find the rest of the people out in camp.
Who was missing… I scanned the crown hysterically.
What? Not possible. Everyone was there. What the…
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"Who the hell screamed," I said, plain and strong.
"Brooklyn, it was me. I was alone, and Madi walked into my tent all unannounced, so I just screamed, just in case," said an obviously shaken Danny.
"Oh. Well in that case, lets uh go back to our tents and rest," I suggested.
So under my command, we rested.
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Madi stared at the ceiling of the tent, tears strolling merrily down her red cheeks. Next to her, she had a half empty bottle of some sort of strawberry flavored wine. It was bitter- but she didn't care one bit.
Sipping wine and staring at the sky was Madi's special way of dealing with her grief over this situation- she knew she shouldn't really be alone either, that wasn't safe. "I don't fucking care," she had said to Brooklyn, "what do I have to lose anymore…" And to that Brooklyn had sadly nodded in agreement.
Because that factoid was unfortunately true.
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Marissa was lying down in an empty tent- whoever the inhabitants were (she wasn't sure), weren't present at the moment.
She had no reason to get up or move, or make a sound. Well, then she had to pee. So Marissa got up and left the tent, and walked into the woods.
She was awfully afraid- and then she heard the rustling leaves from behind her. Marissa walked faster, but it was no use. The figure jumped out from behind, and jammed a dagger into Marissa's gut, and she started spitting out blood. She let out a loud shriek and the killer kept on stabbing until Marissa collapsed to the ground, with 18 stabs in her torso, dead.
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"Brooklyn, did you hear that?" Diana asked me, and I nodded. By now, Xander and Ian were out at camp too.
"Lets go investigate," Ian suggested. We nodded viciously and trecked out through the damp forest.
It wasn't long before we spotted a trail of blood. "This can't be good…" Xander said, and I had a sickening pain in my stomach.
A few more paces and we were standing over the dead body of Marissa, slumped over, stabbed to death.
