Survival

Camp

It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but once they did, the sight is very surprising.

People. Alive, walking, talking people of all ages scattered working and talking. Kids running and playing.

"Whoa." Grease seemed to just smile, giving me time to look around and take everything in.

The room that we just came from was the front left corner of a very lager warehouse. It also seemed to be the only actual room. The rest of the building was opened by a huge metal door, and was two stories tall. the windows on the first level seem to all be boarded up.

Next to the building, sat what looks to be an old delivery truck of sorts. The name of whatever company it was from are too faded to read, and the words "Food Truck" and now painted in they're place.

"Creative." I point to the truck.

Grease's smile grows, "That was the kid's idea. That's were everyone goes to get food at meal times." I nod and continue to look.

An all too familiar sight catches my attention. A fence. About 12 feet tall, wrapped with barbed wire. It stretches the perimeter, and past the building. About 50 yards in front of the building, in the corners, are two watch towers and between them, is a gate.

This is like prison, all over again. The only difference is, they weren't keeping people in. The fence, the people in the towers, they are keeping things out.

"This," I jump at the sudden sound of Grease. "is our Camp" I nit my eyebrows in confusion.

'Why do they call this place camp? Are we in a Percy Jackson book, or something?' I pull at the sleeves of my jacket. Even though we're in the middle of the California desert, I think, the sun seemed to be going down soon, and it was getting chilly.

"Those," he points at the towers, "are the watch towers. And between it, is the gate. The only entrance or exit."

'Reeaally? You don't say. Does this guy think I'm 5?'

He turns around, facing the warehouse, "That's the Hangout. It has the Store, the Armory, and my personal favorite, the Garage. Upstairs are bunks. That's were you will go if something happens, lie a break in. That," He Points at the food truck, "is , like I said, the Food Truck. Its where we hand out food for everyone. And over here," He started to walk towards the truck to go around the building.

"Wait," He stops and turns back to me, with a look of confusion. "what's that?" I point at the room I woke in, "what's that?"

He looks at the door, then back to me. "Oh, that's Wolf's room." He says this like its the most obvious thing in the world

"Wolf?"

"Yeah, she's the boss around here. We put you in her room while she's away on a mission. She'll be back soon though, so we'll have to find you a bunk."

He turns and starts walking again. I just shake my head and fallow him around the building.

'God this place is weird.'

Behind the building, is even more. Parked next to the fence, is an old school bus, next to that is what looks to be a fire pit, ad directly behind 'the Hangout' is a shooting range. It runs the length od the building, the targets against the fence, so that you shoot in to the desert. But past all of that is what catches my attention.

On the other side of the range, is a fence. About the size of a school yard on. A sign that says 'Keep Out' is hanging on it. On the other side of it, a bit farther out, it was looks to be an old run down factory. There were two big tanks to right of it, with a bridge that would connect them, fallen between.

'Looks like I've found my play ground.'

"So," Fuck, I need to stop zoning out, this guy is going to end up giving me a heart attack. "the bus is more bunks. We pulled the seats out and put in beds."

'Sweet' He points to the shooting range

"That is the Range. Its where we test guns, and do training. Kids under 10 aren't allowed over there. That," he points at fire pit. "is the Pit. Every night at night fall, everyone meets there, hangs out talks, eats. We're just on big happy family."

"What's that over there?" I gesture towards the old building.

"That's off limits. Its falling apart, and too dangerous."

I nod, and watch people come to and from. Its strange seeing humans again. Living by yourself for two years will do that to you I suppose.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I turn my head and just look at him. "We might to start calling you Mute."

I open my mouth to respond, but am interrupted by a sudden siren. Grease and I quickly turn around towards the gate. In the distance, I can see a big truck, being lead by two people on dirt bikes, making they're way towards us. Everyone seemed to be running for the gate, lining the fence, screaming, jumping, and cheering.

"What's going on?" Grease's grin trance formed into a full blown smile.

"They're back."

"Who?" He turns his head towards me.

"Looks like you get to meet Wolf sooner than we thought." And with that, he takes of running for the fence.

'What the fuck kind of name is Wolf?'

I shake my head, turn around, and make my way to the 'too dangerous' play ground, jumping the fence with ease.