Camp Terror by Kenny Abdo

Author:Kenny Abdo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ABDO
Published: 2017-09-15T00:00:00+00:00

We forged our way through the forest and dragged the raft behind us by the flip line while we took our lead from the slow-moving Packer River. The heat wrapped the two of us up like a warm fleece blanket right out of the dryer—making sure we knew that it was there.

“What is that?” I asked after I dropped my part of the flip line and pointed forward.

We got closer and found Maddy’s backpack along with many other backpacks from the raft scattered along the shore.

“Oh God. This is amazing!” Maddy said as she picked up her bag and examined it. She unzipped it fully and did an inventory of everything within the pack. “They must have all drifted past me from the waterfall!”

“I don’t suppose you have some tacos in there, do you?” I asked and peered into the open bag.

“No, but I have all of the medicine I need to take today. I’m almost out of spoons and things would have gotten bad.”

“Spoons?” I asked, confused.

“People with my condition go by the twelve-spoon rule. When you run out of your spoons for the day, things get bad,” Maddy answered, as quickly as a reflex.

“How bad?”

Maddy lowered the bag and looked at the ground for a second. “You don’t have to see it, anyways, I have what I need. So don’t worry about it.”

I threw my hands in the air. “Don’t think that I am! I just wanted to know what I’d have to deal with if you didn’t have it. Like, if you’d turn into a werewolf or something.”

Maddy pulled out a pair of jeans, her faded gray and pink hoodie, and sneakers from the bag, then unclipped her vest and tossed it aside. She slipped the jeans on over her swimsuit and threw the hoodie on.

I looked up from one of the backpacks I was rummaging through. “Nothing but girls’ clothes in these bags. I feel like I’m in freaking Forever 21.” I tossed the backpack aside and watched as Maddy zipped up her hoodie. “I don’t know how you can wear that thing. It has to be ninety degrees right now,” I observed.

“This thing is comfortable in any temperature,” she rebutted while she tied the pink laces of her dirty sneakers. She stood up after her full wardrobe change and threw the backpack over her shoulder. “Well?” she asked. “Shall we?”

The sun slowly hid itself behind the horizon, letting us unwilling hikers know, “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” A storm was coming.

We pulled to a stop as the sun gave its final wave and collapsed into the ground. Our clothes were soggy with sweat, and the mosquitos had already begun lining up for the blood buffet. The rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance.

“Shelter and water. Those are the top of our to-do list,” I said through the exhaustion.

“What are we going to do for those two?” Maddy asked, perched forward from the weight of her backpack. “My throat is so dry I can actually feel the full words I say as they come out.

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