A Journey for my DAD...

The Daily Rutine.

One week Later:

After the first day of being humiliated and completely stupid about my actions I began to realize I had made a mistake. Sarina wasn't a liar, and I was a total dumbass, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone.

Then secondly, one of the things I hate are that this camp has rules, like rules, Rules!

You'd think since they were teenagers like me they wouldn't give a damn about rules and get anything to serve them and only them, but they weren't like me...well like that...Not that I don't wish that...I do, but I'm not gonna tell anybody, no body here trusts me at the moment, they think I'm like one of those kids in a school who gets caught with a gun threatening to shoot whoever touches me.

It would be halarious if it weren't me who was being called crazy, and it'd be great too because the women would actually want to sleep with me, even if they still do, but not as much as they would of if I hadn't of been a pussy about everything.

Another thing, they've got a daily rutine. First, everyone up at eight in the morning unless you had a watch shift which I'm never given due to my "probation" for being untrustworthy. At least I get to sleep all night not have to wake up in the night to do a shift.

Second, everyone does chores. I have five, with the young kids. It's like they don't think I'm tough enough for the other chores, but I'm fine with that I hate chores I'm use to my mom doing them. Gosh I miss her, what I'd do if she just walked into the cabin and hugged me, I'd scream Mommy not kidding even if little kids call their moms that.

But anyways, I have to clean the bathroom, the dishes, my bed and area in the cabin, pick up trash, and stack food in the pantry and not STEAL FOOD! Yeah I did that the first time, didn't get to eat for the rest of the day, they take food seriously here and I understand there's not enough for us to eat whenever we want and that rations are a thing, but I kind get tired of it.

Thirdly, After chores, is class. We have class like seriously, they have the only guy here whose twenty teaching us math, science, reading, but not history, history has already been made, you know!

I hate history class anyways, But I love english, math, and athletics and pretty girls...wait, off topic sorry, I do enjoy those too.

Finally, we go to bed at No later than nine thirty which is fine since we have to wake up so early.

But, I fucking hate the rutine.

Then there's the rules!

RULE # 1: No STEALING FOOD!

RULE # 2: No Fighting.

RULE # 3: No SEX IN THE BATH HOUSE!!!!!

That one cracks me up all the time, who has sex in the bath house. Like seriously.

The bathouse here is for both male and female which is awesome because I have scene so many girl's asses and tits, and they are sexy just saying.

But anyways...

RULE # 4: If you do have sex, use protection, and don't be LOUD! People don't want to hear it.

RULE # 5: No leaving camp unless on a raid or in time of an invasion.

Rule # 6: Wear clothes in the bath house.

Rule # 7: Do not yell at leaders.

Rule # 8: Anything bad will be reported.

It's not a lot of rules, but I still don't like rules, so I hope if I break one, no one will catch me. Cause catch me, catch me, then you got to fuck me.

***

I sit down on the old blue swing set they have set by the messhall and feel good to be alone for once in the past two days I've been here. It never occured to me until I got here that when I was looking for survivors and that when I found them that I'd still want to be alone now that I'm not so alone. It kind of makes me feel a bit nervous inside like I'm not so sure I should be alone.

In moments I do get alone I usually think of what my family's doing, if Gage found me and my family's on their way here, or if they are in danger or if they are safe.

I want answers, but I haven't gotten any so far.

"You look sad," Sarah said as I watch her skip over, holding her small bear. Sarah was sweet and evil all in one person, but it seemed she'd been keeping me up to date on everything going on and keeping me company when I couldn't sleep at night.

I considered her over everyone here.

"And," I say back as she takes the see saw swing beside me.

"You always seem sad, it's like something happened that your sad about," she said as I feel a bit nervous. I always believed that little kids could see the pain in people, see their soul in their hands it's like their god's little angels and their just doing their job to try and help, comfort and protect the older ones from tearing themselves apart. They're the hope that the older ones don't have anymore, they're the fight that makes us brave, and they're the ones we wished we were.

"And you, are you sad?" I asked as she looked down a little and then hugged her bear.

"About many things, but that's been years ago," she said as Sarina walks over.

Sarah's sister was beautiful, she was I might of seen her ass a few times in the bath house and it was so nice I almost fell over because of the mass in my boxers. It's still hard when her ass is covered.

I know that flirting infront little girl's especially flirting with some little girl's older sister isn't all the way right, but I do it anyways, even if Sarah hates it.

I see Sarina's cleavage and thought of a milion ways I could show her what I can be in bed, as she stops in front of me.

"Hello, Ms. America," I tease as Sarina glared at me.

It was easier with Kaylene even if I like the more of a challenge girls than the easy ones.

Sarina was my hardest challenge, because I don't think I've ever seen her smile at me unless it's because I did something stupid.

"I wasn't here to say hello, class is starting in two minutes," she said.

"So, who fucking needs class I graduated highschool already," I say as she crossed her arms.

"Not everyone had that luxury Mr. Peterson, now get your ass out of the swing and start acting like a real man instead of a boy," she growled as he saw Luke's dog run over.

He smiled at the joke that came to mind.

"I can speak dog," I say as she laughed.

"Oh Really then what is he saying," she said as the dog barked.

"Woof Woof bitch," I said and stood up smirking as she crossed her arms.

"Jackass," she said as I walked passed her wanting to smack her ass, but didn't because I was already in my grave with her.

"Come on Sarah," Sarina said.

"But I don't like class," Sarah said. She enjoyed James, she was the only one who did at camp, and she liked breaking the rules with him, it was fun even though he usually was the one to blame for it.

Sarah grunted and climbed off the swing hugging her bear and took her sisters hand.

"After class can we play scrabble?" Sarah asked.

"Maybe if your good," Sarina said.

"Can James play?" Sarah askes as Sarina cursed James in her head.

"Nope, he's certainly not playing that game," Sarina said.

I could hear her from across the grass and smirked. Why can't I, I thought, Because I play dirty.

I smiled the whole way to the cabin, Oh I'm gonna play scrabble if Sarah and you do play.