On that note, the girls dispersed, each going to do their chores or to work on the different secret projects. Lilac, still being a little shocked, decided to look around the camp. She still wanted some answers to other questions, and decided to go find the boys camp and see if they could help her.
Lilac decided the best way to find the boys camp was to ask Dynamite. Dynamite was still working on an old cabin, on the other side of the camp. "Maybe I should just go on my own and try to find the boys camp myself. Then they might not treat me like an idiot anymore." She thought. Lilac, not knowing where she was going, walked off into the densely populated forest where, of course, the Deadheads waited for their next prey.
Situated in the center of the camp sits a large brick building. The outside the building hangs a sign labeled 'mess hall'. Except the sign has been painted over, and replaced with a sign that reads 'Fort Payne (All who enter unwelcome shall die in a deep dark hole)'. Walking out of Fort Payne was a short boy with an extremely ugly haircut. The tips of his hair were dyed a weird shade of blonde and the rest was a shade of brown. Somehow, this miniature boy was the leader of the boys of Fort Payne.
"What are you doing here?" the boy asked sternly, walking up to Lilac and stopping no more than two feet in front of her. His hand rested on an Artemis Pistol hanging on his belt.
"I was just looking for the boys camp...?" Lilac said. She looked the newcomer over. He was only about 4 '7. He was wearing black combat boots, a "Keep Calm and Kill Zombies" t-shirt, and skinny jeans that were a size too big. The boy snickered.
"What you wanna spy on us or something? Look kid, you could get killed out here, or worse. If you're going somewhere, you at least need another person with you. She is starting to make her move," he said with a dead serious look plastered on his face. "Since you're already here, and alone, I might as well just escort you to Fort Payne..." he sighed.
"Umm... okay...? But I have a few questions! Who are you? Who is she? And who all is in your camp?" she said with a huge breath.
"Ok... umm... I am General Chipmunk, but most people just call me General Chippy. She is who we call The Dead Queen. She used to be a camper here until she turned rogue and started the apocalypse. And before you ask, no, she is not a Deadhead. She's human. And we have about 11 campers. There is me, Maddog, Swift, Calculator, Coal, and many others that I don't care to name."
"So is everyone at Fort Payne a boy...?" questioned Lilac.
"Yes we are all boys, duh," said General Chipmunk with matter of factly tone.
"We would never let girls in. They would only slow us down."
"Jerk," mumbled Lilac.
" What did you say?" General hissed.
"I said your jerk! Just because you're boys don't you have the right to look down on us! And Dynamite is probably as strong as you!", Lilac snapped.
"Dynamite! Ha! I've heard that one before. Her name may sound heroic, but she's as strong as a squirrel!" , General hooted.
"Says the one with the name General Chipmunk and who's 4'7".
"You're funny. I'm 4'6."
"That's even worse!"
"Whatever", the General scowled.
"Ha! I won this argument,", Lilac said triumphantly.
"Shut up!", General hissed through clenched teeth.
"Why? Do you think Deadheads are gonna hear us? HEY! DEADHEADS! COME AND GET US!" Yells Lilac, while doing a stupid dance around the General.
"Quiet!" General Chipmunk rested his hand on the pistol hanging off his belt. Lilac turned silent and all you could hear was the leaves blowing in the wind and a bird cooing in a tree. General Chipmunk whipped his head towards the bird and lashed out his gun shooting the bird dead in the eye.
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Camp Cherokee
TerrorA group of 150 teens are trapped in an abandoned city. The teens are in the midst of a zombie apocalypse, where only teens have been infected. They have to fight for their lives. Little do they know that there isn't really an apocalypse, and that th...
