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Name's Fred. Fred Smith. I'm 18. I had gotten in trouble with drinking
beer and driving a stolen taxi into a ditch so the cops has assigned me to
summer camp. Yes, summer camp. I was the janitor. Six weeks of cleaning up
puke and vomit and spilled crap in the cafeteria or four months in jail.
Oh god, I wish I had taken the jail. Twenty of us had arrived a day early in order to get the place in shape. Inside of five minutes everything went pear shaped. We found the camp owner, Terry Johnson, hanging from his intestines in a secret porn-filled room behind the main office. We paniced and ran for the cars. All the tires were flat and a dead person nobody knew was on the roof of Jerry's Miata. Then Jerry himself got a crossbow bolt through the brain. Nineteen people panicked and ran. I've been hiding out and moving for five hours. Haven't found anyone. Found five bodies so far. Kathy and Jean are still floating in the lake. I can see them here from the window of the sports equipment shed. Found Jerry in the nurse's cabin. And the men's bathrooms. And the women's bathrooms. Kenny and that weird guy I never got the name of...both had been bow and arrowed into the targets down at the sports field. Shit! Someone's at the door!
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