I stood in the doorway in shock. The zombie-girls were gone, and we were left terrified.....in silence. Warm tears streamed down my face. It's like my emotions were a dam, ready to burst. All the water was breaking my heart, which in this case, is a dam. Why? I has always accepted that we would all die someday. But why now? Why here, at camp? Why was it my best friend, my other friend's cousin, and a dork? It all made sense now. The old lady was right. Why did I ignore the truth for so long? I know why. Because it was impossible. Zombies don't exist. At least that's what I thought.
None of us could sleep that night. I wanted to puke. I wanted to die. I wanted the whole thing to be a scary story, and it just felt so real I was in it. But no. It was a scary story, but a non-fiction one. In a scary story, I wouldn't feel pain, and grief, and nothingness. I wouldn't be bewildered and shocked. Nor would I be terrified and confused. None of this would happen, because it would be me...next to..Jordan, in a dark room, each of us sitting on our beds. We would try to scare each other, and laugh. We'd be comfortable and happy. These past few weeks, I've been praying, and praying and praying. I hardly ever pray, but I needed to, I guess.
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Campfire Song
TerrorVioletta was looking forward to summer camp, everyone was. It was supposed to be safe and fun, and at first, everyone was there, enjoying camp. But when some girls enter the woods at night, they don't come out. There's something in those woods.....s...
