Camp Buddy 2 Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

(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.

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.

I adjusted my mask, before stepping out, I brought the cuffs of my black sweater closer to my body as I took in the view. The camp was in an isolated area, surrounded by thick trees and open skies. Wooden cabins were scattered across the grounds, some clustered together while others stood apart. “Okay thanks everyone for coming, this camping is a three day camping and we would like everyone to be of good behaviors. A tag will be given to you, each room will house two students…" Mrs Green blabbed but I drowned out whatever she was saying. My attention was on somewhere else as I scanned around but I didn’t see him.

Can you ask Dad to see if they will let us start later? Mum: Your father ran it past James as soon as he got off the phone with the Dean. You can all start camp on the 4th. Me: Thank the goddess. We’ll all be there then, please. Max too. I don’t bother messaging Max to check before confirming. I know the one person he’d never flake on is Zahra. He’s as desperate to see her as the rest of us. “Dad’s cleared it with King James. We start camp on the 4th.”

“Everyone in the camp loves you, cares for you, as well as Jhnelle. And you are the one who came up with this plan, despite you not liking violence. You know it is necessary and you are choosing to make the choice. You have even selected the packs to attack. If that is not a leader then I don't know what is.” “I don't know, shouldn't it be you?” “Please,” Rina scoffs. “She is way too uptight and high strung to be a leader. And I am too nice and gentle as well, you are right in the middle. You are perfect.” “We still have to discuss it with the rest,” I tried again. “Sure, though I don't think they would be bothered with the choice.” They weren't. PRESENT DAY. We had gone with the Onyx pack.

“Great. That’ll give me time to burn a CD of road tunes.” He groaned. “I’m already regretting this and we haven’t left yet.” “But this will be the soundtrack to our buddy trip. Like Thelma and Louise. Or those old Bob Hope and Bing Crosby movies.” “Or Mel Gibson in The Road Warrior.” Ava bumped her knee to his. “That doesn’t count. He had no buddies. He just drove around killing people.” “Maybe we’ll wanna kill each other after a few weeks on the road together.” “Highly unlikely because we are gonna be the best friends in the history of the world.” She tacked on a fake smile. “How far is the bull riding boot camp?”