Romans & histoires Camp Zero

Viktor's army. “Holy hell,” I murmur. Caden lifts a pair of binoculars, scanning the camp. “Twelve hundred. Maybe more. Looks like they’ve been busy.” I take the binoculars from him and look for myself. The camp spreads across the valley floor, divided into sections—training areas, supply depots, and a large central tent that’s bigger than the rest, with banners flying—a black wolf on a red background. “Viktor’s tent?” “Probably.”

A small wooden table and a couple of chairs sat near the entrance, and a battery-powered lantern cast a warm, cozy glow over the whole place. "Wow," I said, dropping my backpack onto the floor. "This is... unexpected." "Yeah, the park service keeps a few of these outposts stocked for emergencies," Cameron said, kicking off his muddy boots. "Go ahead and get dry. We're going to be here a while." I stripped off my soaked jacket and climbed onto the bed, pulling one of the dry blankets around my shoulders. Cameron sat down on the edge of the mattress, leaning his back against the stone wall. Outside, the rain was pouring harder, creating a steady, heavy hum.

My lips folded as i fixed the pieces to assemble the letters and then i sighed. Stop Asian Hate. That was what was on it. And i shut my eyes. * WU My phone vibrated in my hands as i looked to the heading of his snapname. It showed nearby whilst he typed something— TACK! i’m under a green tree away from the protesters. Near the park gate. He was the one supposed to pick up as i looked up, scanned the environment in entirety until i pinpointed the gates, way over the other side. The roads was like a roundabout or a stadium track.

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.

Zane spoke quickly and excitedly. “I bet you are.” Daniels said with a big bright smile towards Zane. Zane and Daniels moved past the headquarters into the tented area in silence. They got past the tents and suddenly it hit Zane that he didn’t know the camp’s name. So he asked Daniels as we moved towards the barracks: “What's the name of this outpost?” He asked curiously “It’s Camp Delta.” He answered. They reached the barracks area and they looked like college dorms. Daniels told Zane there were two soldiers in a dorm room who would be roommates. They walked past a few barracks and eventually came to barracks J.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

He cannot find the words to say and the only thing that he wanted to is graduate and helps his sick grandmother. The library is silent as usual but this silence is making his heart jump every time his feet are taking him to that spot. He looks to his phone and the only thing he knew is he needs to sign that. He is afraid and he don't wanted his mother to know this. He needs to solve this discreetly! He gaze to the table where there is a clipped folder on it. Sam rush and when he sees a logo of the CAM he knew it is what the CEO is talking about.

There's no way he's trying to escape his responsibility of being my personal nurse—when I'm the one who took care of him when he's sick! Straight men and their audacity. I stood up from my bed to grab Damian's phone. I should start scheduling appointments from derma clinics after I get out of here. I have to know if this will cause infection—that will be the end of my world. While I'm busy using Damian's phone, I heard a commotion outside of the cabin. Without hesitation, I sprint out of the cabin—leaving Damian's phone on the bed. As I walked outside, I saw the nuns and the other people of the camp surrounding something unknown. It's a UFO—Unidentified F*cking Obstruction of peace.

At a sidewalk near Eleanor's apartment, Jasper kept glancing on his wristwatch, nibbling his lower lip thinking maybe he freakin' came too early. Today, they plan to go and camp somewhere far from the city. According to the damn Mafu, he said it has to be the outskirts of the city or maybe way further.

We crept closer, the hum growing louder until we reached the edge of a clearing. There, hidden among the trees, was a makeshift camp. Tents were scattered around a small generator, and several figures moved about, their faces obscured by masks. Crates marked with unfamiliar symbols were stacked near the center, and a faint glow emanated from one of them. “What the hell is this?” Ryder whispered. “Not Damien,” I said, my jaw tightening. “This is something else entirely.” Torin growled, his voice a rumble in my mind. Take them now. They’re trespassing on our land.