Camp Buddy 2 Romane & Geschichten

"Hey! Are you all sleeping?" Mr Alberty, the Art teacher from Merganzel public school and the one among the two teachers in charge of our camp asks through the microphone, making everyone stir in their seats. "C'mon, wake up all of you. We'll be at Hondbill National Park in five minutes. Hey there! Wake the one sleeping beside you." There was nobody beside me. Adonis was still in the back with the dudes. "Guys, before we reach there, I'd like to give you a few quick instructions although I'm sure you've been instructed enough from your schools," Mr Alberty clears his throat when everyone finally stirs awake.

We walked by women by large fire places, cooking in giant pots in groups and also past children playing. The boys from about age seven to early teenage were practicing the use of weapons with some of the rogue warriors, while the girls were cooking in smaller pots not very far from the older women—I believe was also training for them. Even in their comfort zone, every single one of them was wearing the same mask. Right in the middle of camp was a tent that was bigger and slightly more sophisticated. It was coated all round with a trampoline and I assumed that would be the only safe place in the case of a storm. There were two wolf guards at the entrance.

Rachel sent Tiger Lily and Charlotte off to bed, now that we all knew basic security procedures. Two events intruded between me and my rendezvous with Aya. First, I discovered everyone had on a series of patches. Being a Summer Camp, the girls had on a bunch more than the counselors. Still, one patch shown above all others: 'Camp Sahka Torchlight'. If you found yourself thinking of an Afro-American Jazz-themed playground, join the club.

I teased, pointing across the lawn. Brody and Thomas were on the other team, stretching and talking smack from afar. When they spotted us, they both made exaggerated threatening gestures—Thomas cracked his knuckles and Brody pretended to draw a bow and arrow. “Bring it on, boys,” Sadie called back, laughing. “Let’s go, Camp No Name!” I shouted, amped with adrenaline. I could barely hear my own thoughts over the bass from the nearby stage, the cheers from other campers, the bubble of beer-fueled excitement—but that was the point. I wasn’t here to overthink or feel sorry for myself.

(Anastasia's POV) The surrounding was buzzing with energy and excitement. We were told that the Camp will officially start tonight. Until then, we had to set our tents. We could look around if we wanted to. The boys and girls were separated. So, Caleb, Damian, and Adam had to go to the other side of the river which flowed from a huge waterfall in the middle of the clearing. There was a bridge connecting both sides. It looked pretty cool. When the guys left, Caleb didn't even take a glance at me which makes me feel more annoyed and frustrated.

I asked, setting aside the math textbook I’d been pretending to study. “You could say that,” he muttered, loosening his protective gear. “You alright, kid?” “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” I stood, bracing myself. “There’s a group of girls from school going camping tomorrow night. Just overnight. Can I go?” He looked at me. “Camping? Where?” “I think just near the outskirts. They go every year, it’s a thing.” Julian rubbed his chin. “Who’s going?” “Ruby. Laura. Claire. Cherry—”

My thighs were bruised, my voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure for days straight. “Keep moving, breeder,” the lead warlord, Kane, growled, yanking the rope harder. “The main breeding pit is waiting. The entire camp is thirsty for you today.” I moaned softly, my pussy clenching at his words despite how exhausted I was. “Yes… use me… I’m your wasteland cumdump…” The camp came into view, a sprawling settlement of reinforced bunkers, rusted vehicles, barbed wire, and flickering fires. Hundreds of “survivors”, all powerful Club members in post-apocalyptic costumes, turned to watch as I was paraded through the center like a captured prize.

But boredom has finally won out over whatever deeply-rooted awkwardness I have about him, and now’s the time. The camp itself is actually in a brilliant location—deep near the edge of the Winterfall border, close to Canada. Canadian packs have remained neutral, so if things go south, we can make a quick escape. And aside from the brutal cold, the camp is surprisingly well-equipped. There’s a lake nearby, perfect for hunting, fishing, and bathing. Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell.

the grumpy dude says. “Adrian,” I say shortly. “How sweet. The last three letters of your names match!” she beams. Damian and I turn to each other and nearly gag. I hadn’t even noticed it before, and now it’s stuck in my head like a cursed jingle. I’ll save that fact for when I need to induce vomiting. “I know you both will be best friends after this camp,” she chirps before leaving. We blink at nothingness for a second, then both gag dramatically.