"Its cold, maybe I should turn the a/c on?" I said to no one in particular.
I flip the switch.
Brzzrt
Damn. The stupid thing broke.
I'm just gonna go outside and get some firewood for the cabin. I open the door and slam it shut.
Trudge
Trudge
Trudge
Trudge
(Tume skip)
"Perfect! That's what I call fucking teamwork!"
I say, flexing my muscles.
I gather the wood and start to walk back.
"NO PLEASE NO NO GOD NO PLEASEEEEE!!"
An annoying voice screamed.
Oh my God.
A very tall, muscular man was strangling Casey.
"HEY! SIR, I HATE HER TOO BUT YOU CAN HANDLE THIS ANOTHER WAY, NOT INVOLVING BRUTE STRENGTH!"
The man seemed confused, turning towards me, dropping her to the ground.
"Sir, think about the kids. If they see a murder scene, lord knows how badly their cute little heads will be affected. If you kill anyone, don't it in front of children."
He seemed convinced.
Slowly backing away, then engulfed in the dark of the night.
I'm too tired for this shit.
As soon as I get in the door, I started kindling the fire.
Mmm... warmth.
I take off my shoes and grab a blanket. Time to sleep.
What is it about this counselor? Why did I treat her different? I could have killed her right then and there.
No jason. Do not kill her.
Why not mom? She's a counselor. All counselors should be killed.
She's different, my boy. She's like family to me.
He was startled. Family to her? Since when did his mom like any of these counselors?
Do you not remember Jason?
Remember what?
She was the only one who befriended you while you stayed here.
6.
7.
8.
"Wow, Jason! You beat me!" You hugged him.
He blushed.
"Do you know what your prize is?"
"Hmm?"
