It was morning and we started making our way towards the boat. Once we reached it, Darius warned us, "Keep an alert. For all we know, Tiff is still in there."
I was confused, "Um...Darius. If Tiff was STILL in the boat, wouldn't the boat be at the mainland by now?"
"Yes, but just beware. You never know." One by one, we dived into the ocean and swam towards the boat. We slowly boarded the boat and walked around carefully. Brooklyn found scratches on the floor and walked right past them.
Ben said, "No sign of anyone."
"Or anyTHING," Brooklyn continued, "Looks like, Tiff got some unwanted visitors."
Darius got to the driving room. "It's almost out of gas," he claimed.
"Did you tap it?" Sammy asked, "They ALWAYS tap it." Sammy tapped the glass on the gas odometer and the needle that was already at red went further down into red. Darius frowned at her. "Well, now we're really sure."
Ben clarified for himself, "So we have a boat. We just can't USE the boat."
"Okay, the northwest dock is just around the bend," I began to plan, "If we somehow make it there, we might be able to find more gas and whatever else we need." Suddenly, we heard the door handle, rattle. Darius, Brooklyn, and I slowly backed up from the door with fear of whatever dinosaur might be in there."
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Camp Cretaceous: Its death time (rewritten)
HorrorI have written this story before. But over time, I have become a better author, so I will be rewriting this story in a better way. This is all from my perspective as I made myself as one of the characters.
