Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

Is something wrong with me that I haven’t even developed one meaningful friendship? Thankfully, everyone finishes their goodbyes quickly and we’re able to take off. We aren’t taking any vehicles because it would cost money we don’t have, and it would be too difficult to find a safe place to park while we’re camping out in the area. We have no idea how long it will take to properly scout the area, but we don’t need to worry about a car being towed, or worse, reported as abandoned and then authorities combing the area looking for the owner.

“Once… just once when I was freaked out on that steel table with a corpse staring at me and them trying to rip my child out of my belly, I somehow managed to get into Marc’s head enough to see what he saw and influence his body movements. I doubt I’d ever be able to duplicate that one. These are the dumb powers that they seek. These are the reasons my son and I are at risk. It hardly seems worth the trouble.” “Crazy demons,” Roger said with a slow shake of his head. The low growl coming from the shrubbery to our left sent chills up our spines. “It’s still daylight,” Roger nervously whispered. “They aren’t supposed to come out now,” I said as panic threatened to overtake me. “What should we

The rogue camp sprawls across a clearing like a scar on the forest floor. Crude shelters built from stolen lumber and salvaged stone house maybe fifty outcasts, a mix of wolves and vampires who've been cast out from their kingdoms. Fires burn in metal drums, casting flickering shadows across faces marked by violence and loss. This is where the unwanted come to survive. Marcus leads Stark through the camp, and every eye turns to watch. The female wolf from the fight limps behind them, still bleeding from her ribs.

No matter the cost. The camp quieted after my Rogues vanished into the trees, their chants still echoing faintly in the night air. Only the fire pits crackled, spitting sparks into the dark. I turned from the flames and ducked into my tent, the heavy flap falling shut behind me. Inside, shadows stretched long across the walls, the air thick with smoke and leather. A single lantern burned on the table, throwing a small circle of light over the mess of maps and crude battle plans I had scrawled.

"Sure." That very evening, Charlie took Zachary to the most southern part of West Ridge to a pig slaughterhouse. As they approached the entrance, they were greeted by the harrowing screams of pigs being slaughtered, followed by a pungent stench—the place was filled with pig feces from the pens. "Zach, this is the second biggest gambling den in West Ridge. It’s even safer than the last one we went to. Do you know why?" Charlie asked. Zachary smiled wryly. The pig screams masked the excited shouts of gamblers effectively, and the filthy, stinky environment meant that any inspectors wouldn’t scrutinize too closely. It was an unspoken rule among everyone.

“After the daytime hunting, they will camp out in the woods, build tents, and stay the night. Because it is so far away from the city, the public’s eyes, they will…go crazy. A carnival, a fucking boarish and goaty one.” Aurora frowned. Her stomach swirled in disgust. “How crazy are we talking about here?” she asked.

I cower away for a second, then look up at him. “The other teams…” I bite out, trying to see something distinguishable from them. If I make it out of this alive, Alpha Onyx will want details. They don’t respond. Bushes rustle to my right and they seem to notice it, too. I use the distraction to creep away, but not before three wolves fly out of the foliage. The two rogues crash to the ground under the weight of two while the third turns and looks at me with a deep growl and blood on his snout.

I said to no one in particular. My limit to life was currently expiring with the whiplash of events that were occuring. “I know. You'll be safe as long as you're with me” he said, looking straight ahead. He started the car and we were in motion again. I wondered aloud where we were going. “As you know, I have plenty of properties and safe houses in case of emergencies. This is a lakehouse we're headed to. It's secluded and can't be found easily” he said.

We arrived at the camp about an hour later, which makes it an hour ride on our horses. There was nothing impressive at first about the camp until I climbed down from my horse and began touring the vicinity. The camp was located deep in the forest, about ten miles away from Muldoch. There was no way anyone could have suspected that a camp hosting criminals was built there. It was a genius idea on the part of Gama and his men to build their camp in such an isolated area. Yes, I guess he should be commended for that.

We were going on a road trip to visit some of their relatives for the holiday and we camped here for the night because their son wanted to experience camping in a tent for the first time. Of course then, it wasn’t freezing cold and the ground wasn’t covered with snow. So it was a pretty enjoyable trip. I was about to disclose the sad truth that I was pretty lost on the right direction when an intense smell invaded Clara’s nose. A smell that made her fur stand up fully and a tremor that has nothing to do with the cold to run through her. Rogues. “Run!” I shouted at her in fear. As she ran at her full speed as far away from the reeking smell as possible, I knew it was pointless.