Night Crawlers
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Last published Thu, Apr 7, 2022
Travis wakes from a deep slumber under one of the bunks. Pissed off, he gets up expecting a bunk full of annoying, sticky children and teenagers. After getting off of his bunk, he finds himself all alone. Confused, he walks around the cabin looking for clues to find where his bunk-mates are. Shifting around the cabin, he discovers the front door is broken. Slipping on his shoes he begins calling out the names of his friends, only to be greeted with silence. He races around camp in hopes of discovering anything. Only to realize that he is running in circles.
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