"Sammy. Come on, Sammy." Brooklyn's driving the gyrosphere towards Sammy to try and make it up to her. She tries moving it, but it crashes into a tree. She curses at the gyrosphere and tries to get it to move. She finally got it to work, but it stopped working here and there. Finally, she gave up on the gyrosphere and walked to Sammy on food, "Ugh, Sammy! I'm sorry. Really, I am." Those last few words made Sammy stop moving and listen. Brooklyn continued, "You're right. I should've listened to you. I got carried away with the mystery of it all and that made me forget why we were doing this in the first place."
She got Sammy's attention, "Thanks. I appreciate you saying that."
Brooklyn recalled, "So, you mentioned something about a construction sight?"
Sammy smiles.
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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.
