Camp • a 5SOS fanfiction

t w e n t y t w o

(I've stared at this photo of Luke for a good solid 10 hours okay I'm sorry bye)

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The sound of blades clattering to the floor echoed in the room as the boys each threw knifes in the targets and walls. We were discussing that this was where the man was happening to be storing his weapons, and fortunately, we found it.

My arm slowly stretched out ahead of me, pulling my left arm back watching as the bow slowly bent into shape. The arrow staying pointed at my target, pushing the string closely to my cheek to get my aim just right. I was never fond of bows and arrows, but looking at my choices of weaponry, it seemed to be the most eye catching.

Short long breaths flew from my mouth, staring at the sharp deadly point of the arrow and its destination. Without hesitation, my fingers slipped from the rope, watching it throw the arrow out from its hold at fly down the corridor. The sound of clattered glass on the ground filled my ears, as I watched the window break free. Perfect aim.

Although I'd broken the window, we were still unfortunately trapped, because of the thick metal bars covering them. I breathed in harshly, pressing my nose through the gaps of the bars, smelling the fresh air of pine trees and grass. Goosebumps formed in my skin just by the smell of the outside, I want to be there. Running barefoot through the thick long grass, my toes in the soil while my finger tips brush along trees and the wind. Something so simple taken away too soon.

"Have you done this before?" Calum asked leaning up besides me, his arm brushing on mine.

I dropped the bow to my other side turning to face him with a smile.

"Nope," I said popping the 'p'.

He grinned like he was shocked, nodding and nudging me in the side. Calum seemed to be the positive one out of the five of us, when we all sit there complaining he always seems to find a way to make the situation brighter. My goodness if he wasn't here with us, we'd all be screwed.

"Cal," a voice spoke up from behind us.

We both turned our heads in sync, seeing Luke. He held about five blades in his palms, ushering Calum over. Cals shoulders slumped as he groaned walking over to an impatient Luke. A few mumbled words were exchanged between the both of them, not loud enough to be heard over top of the continuous noise of smashing knifes.

I don't know how exactly to feel about Luke, I mean yeah, I don't know. There's still something there in feelings wise but a part of me just can't trust him. He threw a damn blade by my head for goodness sakes. I am over exaggerating more than I need to but I have an urge to do so. Things are just too good to be true right now because we haven't had a sudden attack lately, but now that I've said that, obviously something has to go wrong. So I'm trying to just somehow have that distraction, like for goodness sakes Blake he was drunk.

"We should head back, I want to do a few things." I said holding tightly onto the bow and walking over to the four distracted boys. "We have our packs still?"

"Yeah down there," Luke said quietly pointing to the pile of three bags in the corner.

I nodded walking over the ledge and into the weaponry room, scanning over the items that could fit in the packs. I decided on fifteen throwing blades, twenty spare arrows along with the ten on my back, handful of arrow heads and a ball of rope. The boys scavenged the room from top to bottom grabbing anything they could possibly find. If we grabbed what we needed for the mean time, we can store what we've got somewhere safe and come back to collect more later.

"There could be more hidden rooms like this guys," Ashton said looking up and a high shelve. To him it probably wouldn't be that high but for me I'd have to stand on a stool.