Camp Zero 소설 & 이야기

Writing her own love story was her happiness hoping that it will be an happy ending when she finally reached the final chapter. The Camping was held in the forest two miles away from the town. It was a safe camping place with the beautiful scenery of a creek. The moment they came to the place, they were ordered to build their tents. Hannah and her will share a tent and Mackie will join a senior student named Glenn. Thyago will be joining the team Captain along with another guy she doesn't know the name and her naughty mind even wonder how does it feel like to be joining him in a tent. The thought made her smile like silly. They were currently having problems building their tent when Thyago s

"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.

So regardless if we were supposed to have seen this coming or not, the fact remains is that we are under attack. So with nothing, and need I even say not even the weather on our side, Caylee and me and several Marines are weaving our way through the tents to the entrance of the camp. There is mud as far as our feet thread, making moving somewhat slower than really desired, but we are pushing and pushing hard and pushing with the clear intention of not slipping on your ass. The last thing you want to become is an own slip-up mess in your camp with your knees fallen deep down into the mud. That one second that it takes you to get your ass off from the ground might be that split second that cos

"Tell Garrett the primary camp zone is right here. We can fit close to three thousand there before we need a second site." Maya nodded, satisfied, and went back to watching the screen, her wolf still sitting on the safe zone like it had personally claimed the territory. Xander found Vance at the southern rim staging point at 7 AM. "The basin's going to fill with families," he said. "Nine thousand of them, starting in thirty-six hours. That's not a defensive problem inside the perimeter. It's a problem outside it." "The Presidium's dark-ops teams," Vance said.

I leaned against Ghost, ready to remove myself from the equation. My father finally settled his emotions. “Esmeralda?” “Yes, Daddy.” I yawned, watching the grin form on his face. He loved it when I called him that. “Do you have anything to report?’ He asked softly. Always a Colonel. “That camp is the command center. There are about a hundred men, no women. They believe God chooses them to rid the world of abominations.” “Good, girl.” “Daddy?” “Yes.” “They thought God sent powers through the white wolf. An abomination.”

Lena snapped in my head again. I ignored her again as the sign grew larger. Now I could finally read it. In black letters, clawed roughly into weathered wood, covered with dried blood and deep cuts from wolf claws, it read: Camp of the Forgotten—No More Fake Alphas. My. Stomach. Dropped.

I couldn’t see it yet but I could tell that we were almost to the camp, I could tell by the scents of a campfire and my family. A few minutes later we come up to a clearing and my eyes widen when I peak over his shoulder. What Scar said was a small campground, looked more like a small village. At least 30 tents of various sizes and shapes littered the clearing, a giant firepit roaring in the center. Guards patrolled the borders, some in wolf form and others still in their human ones. Eyes widening in surprise when they saw me, bowing their heads to us as we passed. It was still early enough that most pack members were in their tents, but just in case, Scar shadow steps into our tent to avoid

None of them looked at me. Good. I didn’t want their attention. I wanted hers. The camp was built in the old ruins—half-collapsed towers, open stone courtyards, and makeshift tents thrown between the crumbling walls. Fires crackled in oil drums. Smoke curled into the sky. It smelled like blood and wet fur. I followed the others into a holding pen. That’s what they called it—a pen. Like we were animals. They shoved us against the wall, told us to wait. I crouched down with my back to the corner, eyes scanning everything.

“I think it was right after graduation, with Keira.” “I remember you went to Mount Vermont. There was a downpour in the middle of the night, and you were scared out of your mind, thinking a flash flood might sweep you away,” she said with a laugh as she got out of the car. Ahead of them, an open green field stretched out, dotted with glowing lights. Beneath the lights were tents of various sizes and colors—white, red, and an array of vibrant hues, creating a lively scene. “This is a company camping event,” Aaron explained, his voice calm. “They reserved one tent for me. I remembered you liked camping when you were a kid.”

We have to do something. I continue to argue, insisting, begging, pleading, demanding that Barrett listen to me, even offering to get him on the phone with Layla, but he doesn’t listen. He leaves, going into the largest camper in the camp site, with wood paneling on the sides and a chimney protruding from the rooftop.