Part 13 - Stanley Uris

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"Bill!" I scream out again. I soft hand grips mine.
"I'm here, Baby. I'll try and get us out." Bill whispers.
"Where are we?" I ask.
"I don't know. I'm sorry. I should've listened and had the date by the lake. I loud screech interrupts what I'm going to say. We look over. It's someone from the camp across the lake. Camp Brightspark.
"Why do you want us?" Bill yells.
"We hate your camp. We want them to relocate. Maybe if we kill you, they will." The older teen, about 16 sneers. My vision starts to get blurry.
Don't kill Bill. Not him.
Bill squeezes my hand. Suddenly, a sharp pain accedes in my lower abdomen.
"Stan!" Bill yells.
"Leave me here." I tell him.
"Let's go, Baby. We're getting out of here." Bill says before squeezing my hand. Everything goes dark.

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