WARNING: MILD CURSING AND GORE
"Don't come to camp tomorrow," read the message on your phone from an unknown ID. It was sent yesterday just after you had fallen asleep.
You set your phone down on the nightstand next to your bed hoping that it's just another prankster pulling the strings on your anxiety. Sitting at the foot of your bed, you groaned. It was another day of you having to handle a bunch of shitty little kids practically all by yourself. You really didn't want to, but it was the only job you could find on short notice.
Putting some clothes on, you exited your cabin and headed towards the mess hall knowing that David had already gotten up before you to awake the campers. You got your food from the quartermaster and sat down next to the other two counselors.
Looking towards David, you sighed, "What are we doing with the little shitheads today?"
"Shhhh. Don't use that kind of language! It's a bad influence towards the kids!"
You rolled your eyes
Before David could say anything else, Gwen interrupted using wording that David would find very rude. "We're practicing knots again, since SOMEBODY still can't tie their shoes."
Off to the side you can hear Space Kid grunt a little. You gobbled up the rest of your food and stood up.
"I'll go fetch the rope from the quartermaster's store," you said, tossing your tray onto a pile on the counter to be washed.
"Don't be too long," David said.
As you passed the tables toward the exit, you heard Max and Nerris getting into a heated argument. Max has been fighting with pretty much every camper this week. Way more than usual. Just yesterday, he tried to suffocate Space Kid by telling him the oxygen in the air was toxic.
Getting inbetween the two, you attempted to break apart the fight. You failed. Max just told you off, so you went away figuring it wasn't a big deal.
Entering the quartermaster's store, you were met with many unfamiliar smells. Walking up to a shelf, you began to scan for rope. You tried your best to ignore the smells and certain labels coming from other boxes. After what felt like hours, you found a box labeled "rope" and headed towards the door only to be stopped by a blood curdling scream coming from just outside. The scream was followed by a bang not long after.
"I've had enough of you're shit!" you heard Max's voice shout.
Shocked, you backed away from the door. The smells meant nothing to you now. You were only worried about what was happening outside. More screams and bangs could be heard. Eventually, they stopped.
Frightened, you grabbed a knife off of a nearby shelf and opened the door, prepared for the worst.
You almost threw up at the scene in front of you. Blood; lots of it. Bodies with holes in them were scattered everywhere. Groaning came from a few of them. Finally, in the center of everything stood a panting Max with a loaded gun in his hand.
He looked up at you with a cold stare saying nothing but, "I told you not to come today." before aiming his gun directly at you.
Without even flinching, he pulled the trigger before you could have a chance to charge at him with your useless knife.
