Survival Camp
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I AM NAUGHTY! I HAVE NOT UPDATED. I HAVE LEFT YOU ALL ON YOUR OWN, TO WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN! I AM MEAN, AND INCONSIDERATE, AND I AM VERY SORRY! NOW THEN:
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Skulduggery Pleasant, rebel leader, walked grimly around the circle of tepees. The bodies of the past inhabitants were arranged in neat lines in the large middle of the circle. China Sorrows, dead face pale, stared sightlessly at the sky. Other bodies were heaped everywhere. It was a very sorry sight to behold.
Then a body moved.
He couldn't help it, he jumped. The body belonged to a young girl. She was wearing clothes very obviously made by Ghastly Bespoke. She wore a white tail coat and tight white trousers. Her coat was wide open, revealing a lilac t-shirt. Electric-blue leather boots came up to her knees and she had a sword in its scabbard strapped to her thigh. Her hair was shock-white, with lilac streaks and her pale face had three scars, which looked like a vampire had dragged its claws across her face. She was only about twelve. Her eyes were closed and her arm kept twitching. Suddenly, her body starting shaking uncontrollably. Then, she sat bolt upright and screamed.
She screamed and screamed and screamed, a loud piercing yell that made his imaginary hair stand on end.
She fell back down, shivering, murmuring for help.
Skulduggery ran over, picked up the cowering girl, and took her to Ghastlys tent.
When he entered, Ghastly, having heard the scream, was already on his feet. "Ghastly," Skulduggery said, voice urgent, "We have a survivor."
"Daddy, where are we going?" The little girl asked. Her Dad kept driving. "Daddy," the little girl tried again, "Where's Mummy?" Once again, her Dad ignored her. From then on, she kept her mouth shut.
7 hours later, the car stopped. The man and the little girl stepped out.
"Go into that cabin," the man instructed. The little girl slowly walked through the dead grass, to the edge of a small lake, where a squat cabin stood. It was fat and old and ugly. There were two grimy windows at the front, and a small door. It looked abandoned and derelict, and reminded her of an unwanted old man.
She opened the door with a loud creak and stepped inside.
Machines were chugging and whirring, some dull brown, some faded silver. Work surfaces were attached to the walls, most of them holding microscopes, syringes and test tubes. Bags of suspicious looking liquids, most of them crimson, green and acid yellow, were pegged to the walls.
The little girl found a dusty old corner and sat down to wait for her Dad. She didn't have to wait long.