The Six Campers and The Soldier: A Camp Cretaceous Story (OC fanfiction)

Grudge Match Part 1: Origins

A.N: This will be the first of a three part miniseries within the story. This will explore Ryan's backstory and PTSD.

Camp Cretaceous Treehouse:

"We have been trapped on this island for an eternity....we have travelled far and wide, we have scavenged for scraps....now we lick our lips at the tasty desire of each oth-." "Ok that's enough." I say l interrupting Kenji's scary story. I look around, Darius has a large fern covering his eyes, Brooklynn is picking some fruit out of a can, Sammy is hugging close to Yaz who is wide eyed at both Kenji's story and Sammy. Only myself and Ben seem unfazed. "What, why?" Kenji says as he dims the torch in his hand. I get up and walk over to him. "Because I said so, you don't like it....you can sleep on the ground." I say leaning over him as he backs away.

I walk away climbing the ladder to my bed. The story wasn't even that good. I place my axe down on a box near the bed. It wasn't even a bed but a hammock, I drew the short end of the stick with this, I should have kicked Kenji off the couch. I take my shaving kit and head to the 'bathroom', it was just a recovered broken mirror from the genetics lab. I begin to trim my beard, and my hair. After my work done, I check myself in the mirror. Beard is cut short but not gone and my short has been chipped short. I see a hateful amber eye staring back at me through the mirror. I quickly turn and see nothing. I catch my breath from the fright. I'm seeing shit again. I shake my head, it's probably nothing.

"Run, just run!" I say as me and Kenji continue running through the heavy dense forest. The roar of the carnivore had blasted through the trees. "Keep going, don't look back!" I yell to my screaming companion. Suddenly a massive head breaks through the trees, her massive jaws open wide. The teeth come closer, this is the end.

My eyes break open as I reach for my axe. "Ahh." I grunt out as I hold the axe in front of me. A hand reaches out and caresses my arm. I jump and point at the person. It's Yaz, she looks frightened but worried. I pull the axe down away from her. She takes it from my hand as I get my breathing under control. "I'm sorry." I say quickly, apologizing for pointing my axe at her. "It's ok....are you alright." She says as she sits on the box. "I'm fine." I say as I lay back down before rolling away from her. "Ryan....you were mumbling something in your sleep, what's going on?" She says trying to get me to talk. "It's nothing." I say finally. She gets up and leaves. Out of everyone, Yaz is the only one that I feel comfortable telling but something is holding me back and I'm ok with that. It's better if they don't know.

Next day:

Sleep did come easy but it did come however shitty it was. I see Darius and Brooklynn working on a raft design. Kenji is taking one of his 45 minute showers. Sammy is packing some cans of fruit for the journey back to the mainland. Ben is playing with Bumpy down in the courtyard. I see Yaz look at me with a worried expression. I look away and had down the slide. I call out to everyone. "Hey, if we are going by raft, we will need some wood to build so get your asses down here." I shout out. Darius and Brooklynn come down the slide as Yaz comes down the ladder. I groan at Kenji taking a long time. "Kenji, hurry up." "Give me a minute." He says, I don't have time for his bullshit. "If you're not down here in the next 15 seconds, I'll drag you down by your hair." I threaten. I hear scuffling and see Kenji with his towel and shirt, drying and clothing himself at the same time. He falls down the slide, bumping his head. "Oww." He says. "About time, let's go." I say as I holster my axe and grab my new spear. Everyone grabs their own spears and makeshift hatchets. I made hatchets a few weeks ago, so everyone can help cut and shape pieces of wood. Also secondary weapons if we lose our spears.

We spend the next few hours, traversing the jungle, we found a good spot. "Ok, let's get to work, remember, medium size trees, we don't need to kill ourselves cutting thick trees." I say as everyone nods and heads off. I find a good spot and begin chopping away at a good one. It takes about 2 hours before we have enough for a foundation for the raft. I look to notice a particular part of the forest that jogs a memory.