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(Y/n) Thompson gets dragged out to Camp Redwood as a Counselor by her sister Brooke, who just wants to escape after an attack happens in their shared apartment the night before. During her journey she meets a group of people with there...
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"Looks quiet, fallow my lead." Trevor says as we sneak around the camp.
"Wait, what about Margret? We can't just let her die." Xavier asks and we look at him like he's crazy.
"Who gives a shit about Margaret? Our friends are waiting for us."
"I already got one person killed. If I can stop anyone else from dying, then maybe I can make this right." He says and I sigh at his kindness.
"I'm sorry sunshine, but right now is not the time to be a hero." I say and he looks at me with sad eyes practically begging me to let him go find her.
"Seriously." Montana says annoyed.
"You saw what jingles did to those asshole townie boys. Imagine what he's gonna do to the one person he couldn't kill." Xavier explains.
"No he's right nobody gets left behind. Look we'll pick up Margret on the way to the lot, Bertie too." Trevor says.
"Who the hell is Bertie?" Montana asks.
"The cook." Xavier says offended.
"You want us to risk our lives for Tammy baker and the lunch lady?"
"Chef Bertie is good people." Trevor defends until we start to hear jingling and we all hide.
We sit in our hiding spot in the dock house till we feel something move from under us and we find a woman all tied up. We untie her and un tape her mouth but she loudly cries so Xavier muffles her cries with his hand.
She fights him off her till she crawls out only to be stabbed in the face with a broken oar. I bite down on my own hand to muffle my own cries as Xavier and Montana look at each other in shock. Xavier slowly shoving my face into his jacket to make sure no noise leaves my lips.
Jingles walks away and we exit the hiding spot only to see a more close up view of the woman now.
"Who is she?" Trevor asks and Xavier lights up her white dress with his flashlight to reveal a name tag that says Rita.
"We gotta go- go!" Trevor says and we run as far as we can till we see Rey on the trail.
"Hey it's just us!" Trevor whispers loudly and turns him around to see us.
"Oh thank god." He says pleased to see us.
"Are you ok? Your bleeding, what happened where's everyone else?" Xavier asks him.
"We were attacked at the infirmary. Everyone scattered, I got stabbed. Chet was with me but I lost him. Had to cover myself with dirt and leaves to hide." He pants out.
"What about Brooke?" I ask nervous for my sister.
"Last I saw she was with Rita." Rey says.
"Oh my- oh no-" I choke out, sobbing into Xavier's shoulder.
"What?" Rey says confused.
"Rita's not Rita. We found the real one bound and gagged at the boat house. She was wearing a nurses uniform. Jingles killed her. " Xavier says and Rey still looks confused.
"Wait... wait what? Then who the hell is with Brooke?" He asks and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"I don't know but we've gotta find her." Montana says.
"The plan was to go to the parking lot. That's were we should go." Rey says.
"I'm not leaving here without Margret and Bertie." Trevor says stubbornly.
"Me neither." Xavier adds.
"If y'all want to be hero's that's fine by me, but there is no way in hell I'm going back. Not with two murders lurkin in the goddamn shadows." Rey exclaims.
"Fine fine! You've ever ridden a bike before?" Trevor asks him.
"Once or twice."
"Okay. There's a call box down the road. Take my ninja, call the cops and meet us back at the lot. Montana you go with him. And hey! That bike is a fickle mistress. Go easy on the throttle or shell buck you like a wild stallion." Trevor says and they nod rushing away.
We start walking to find the others when we hear someone yelling.
"Hello is anybody up there!"
We walk towards the sound and see Chet with a stake through his shoulder in a pit full of them.
"Chet?"
"Oh thank god!" He says relieved.
"What the hell are you doing down there, man?" Xavier asks.
"I'm dying! What does it look like I'm doing? There's a stake through my shoulder I can't move. You gotta get me out of here." He says annoyed.
"Alright I'm coming down." Xavier says and we help hoist him down. Carful not to get himself stabbed as well.
"That looks gnarly." Xavier says getting a closer look.
"I thought I was over man. Rey fell in here too, but he left me." Chet says and we all look at each other.
"Rey said you got separated?"
"He's got serious issues man. Serious fucking issues." Chet says and Xavier barley taps the skin around the steak and he flinches.
"I feel like we're really gonna need a doctor down here to get you off of this thing." Xavier panics as Chet cries. We hear a noise in the bushes and me and Trevor warn them. Causing them to panic.
"Come on man you gotta get me out of here."
"Well I've never done this before and I don't want to kill him." He says looking up at us.
"Better you then jingles." Trevor warns.
"If I kill you, I'm so sorry." Xavier says.
"Just get me off of this thing." He says.
"On three ok? Ready?"
"No no no no wait... just give me a second." Chet says but Xavier automatically says three and lifts Chet of the stake.
"He's coming let's go!" I loudly whisper to the boys and we help them up.
Chet screaming Bloody Mary in intense pain as we set him against a tree giving him something to bite on. Silencing him. We see jingles and Trevor whispers.
"We could take him, there's three of us."
"Chet can barely walk and jingles has a knife." Xavier reminds him.
"His knife verses my guns." Trevor says tapping his arms running over to jingles.
"What the fuck." Xavier whispers to my and I shake my head in shock.
Trevor pushes jingles into the pit of stakes and we run over to him Xavier giving him a high five as the man groans in pain. Chet walks over to us and I smile sadly at the man.
"You shouldn't be walking." I say when Trevor picks something up.
"Just so we're all clear that wasn't jingles." He says and shows us the jingles mask that was laying on the floor.
