The three teens that we left at camp, were checking on the poisoned girl. She began shaking violently. Sammy asked, "What's going on? What's happening to her?"
"Brooklyn?" Yaz called out. She still continued shaking.
Sammy asked, "What do we do?"
Yaz answered, "I'm not a doctor, but I can make a guess. I'm pretty sure that the poison has gotten deeper into her system. We only have until a certain amount of time. I don't know how long she would last." The three began praying for Darius to arrive back at camp.
In the jungle, Darius was trying to move as fast as he can with his hurt leg. I'm taking too long. He begins to worry. He saw the blue fence surrounding camp. Starting to get hope, he sprinted to the fence. He didn't care about his hurt leg. He let the pain attempt to take over him. All he was focused on, was getting there. He had arrived at camp and had sat down beside her, "I'm here, Brooklyn. I'm here! Everything's gonna be okay."
Sammy injected the vial into Brooklyn. Ben and I also arrived back. I said, "We got back as soon as we..." I stopped when I realized that Brooklyn STILL hasn't woke up, "Is she..." I couldn't bring myself to finish that question.
Darius began losing hope, "Brooklyn, please. Wake up. I wasn't too late this time. Come on. You have too. I have a LOT to tell you. I'm sorry that as we got closer, I still hesitated to open up. I'm sorry for lying to you. I..." He couldn't bring himself to finish that sentence. "Please...wake up." She didn't move. Darius arrived shortly after Brooklyn began shaking. Yet, not a sound, and she didn't even move an inch.
*coff* *coff* Darius looked at her. *coff* Her eyes slowly fluttered open. "Darius?"
"Yeah. It's me."
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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.
