Max's pov
It took awhile to get back to camp but we eventually got there. No one said a word the whole time... It was dead quiet. Once we got back everyone went to there tents. I layed down on my bed and wrapped myself up in a blanket. I didn't realize how tired I was till I woke up the next morning. I sat up , a little dazed and picked up my phone. I check the time. 11:35.
Wow its late. I get up and get dressed. I step outside not bothering to put socks or shoes on. I look around the camp not seeing anyone. I shrug and head to the Mess Hall to get a cup of coffee. But as soon as the Mess Hall comes into view I get nauseous and dizzy. I stumble a bit and hold my stomach. I then start to feel something hot and sticky rise in my throat. My hands quickly wrap around my neck and i fall to my knees.
W-What... What is this?..
Then i start coughing. And its horrible coughing.
When i finally stop i look at the ground. Theres this hot and sticky liquid thats black and has a few flecks of purple. My eyes narrow. Of course... Daniel isn't done with us yet...
I finally pull myself together and get up. I brush off the dirt on my pants and walk into the Mess Hall. I serve myself a cup of coffee and sit down . I must've spaced out because i didn't see Preston walk in. "Hey Max" He smiles sweetly and sits next to me. I jump and turn to look at him.
(sorry for not updating there is more yet to come!)
