Wolf | Tyler, The Creator

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Wolf walked Salem back to her cabin, before heading back to his. On the way, Wolf saw a camper, L-Boy, running towards him.

'Yo, Wolf, nigga,' L-Boy panted, trying to catch his breath.

'What, why are you running?' Wolf asked.

'Sam's after you'

'Sam's after who?' Wolf asked, slightly worried.

'You!'

'For what? What the fuck?'

'He found out that you and Salem been hanging out. He said he's gonna kill you,' L-Boy puffed.

'Kill me? What the fuck you mean kill me?'

'You got a booger in your nose-'

'What the- slow down! Wait, slow down. What the fuck you mean he gonna kill me?' Wolf asked once more.

'I don't know, he just said he gonna kill you,' L-Boy answered.

'Not if I get to him first.'

Wolf banged on the door of a cabin that wasn't his own. Wolf's campmate, Earl, opened the door.

'Ayo, what's up Wolf. Why the fuck you here so damn early?' Earl yawned.

'Sam said he's gon' kill me. I need you and Domo to help me out, bruh. We're gonna have to take him out.'

'What!? I ain't gonna kill ANYbody!' Earl exclaimed.

'What? No, I don't mean to kill him, Jesus. We just need to stop him. Beat him up, scare him off...I don't care, he just needs to leave camp.'

'Ok, ok. Well, listen. Domo and I are in, no questions. We could probably round up some of the other guys, too.'

'Thanks, guys. Just quickly, would you mind if I sleep in here tonight? If Samuel knocks, just say you haven't seen me,' Wolf asked.

'For sure man, come in, quick.'

The next morning Wolf and his new gang headed outside. They stood around the foot of the cabin stairs and Wolf explained.

'Listen up. We need to beat up Samuel, I don't care how. No one has to die as he wants...that's fucked up. Everyone be careful. If any of you see him or his goons today, tell them we'll be in the parking lot tonight at 9. Y'all ready?'

Wolf's friends cheered, before going their separate ways. Dark, menacing clouds closed in over the top of the camp. Wolf knew it wasn't going to be a good day, and an even worse night.