Loud House Camp Novels & Stories

Thereafter, we were driven to the couples retreat; it was like a camp , a bit smaller in size than what the brochures had shown to us . " Good morning, Mr and Mrs Lakewood?" The camp manager came and he had his workers to bring in our luggages _ Justin and I were taken to the VIP camp rooms and it was right next to another friendly couple.. I saw that they waved at us the minute Justin and I arrived at our camp door, they even came over any introduced themselves to us. . "Good morning, my name is Bernice and this is my husband!". She let him say his own name. .

I kept my head up and my face blank, refusing to show any fear. Finally, we stopped in front of the longhouse at the center of the camp. It was made of wood and mud, with a thatched roof overhead. Eyepatch pushed the door open and stepped inside, and the others shoved me in after him before shutting it behind me. The inside was too dark to see at first. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that there was a fire pit in the center that smelled like roasting meat. Scattered around it were various cushions and chairs, some clearly stolen, others hastily made.

Like many of the houses here, Uncle Victor built his house in the midst of the woods so tall trees guarded the surroundings. It was quite a change from where I grew up in cramped apartments in the busy city. I soon approached the house, I found Hazel out on the porch with her bestfriend, Virginia. They had lemonade in front of them and glittery sticker books and seemed to be in a deep conversation about whatever twelve year old werewolf girls found interesting these days. "Ooohh, you're back." Hazel spoke when she spotted me. There was this 'you're in trouble' sound in her voice.

When you can leap ten feet from flatfooted, dunking isn’t really a thrill. Before I was born, this camp used to be a nature retreat for school children, church groups, and the like. In the 80s, there were budget cuts, and the county was forced to sell the lodge, a dozen cabins, and fifty acres, including the river, ponds, a tract of virgin forest, and a cross section of Quarry Pack’s claimed territory.

Beta Kendrick growls quietly, making Lucas and I look behind us. We have been staking out the ambush camp since we ended the conversation with Luna Maddison and her mate in the afternoon, and it’s close to 3am. I’m currently bored out of my mind, and Lucas the ever partypooper has utterly forbidden me from scaring the living daylights out of the camp people. Which means my last resort to actually have something to occupy my mind from the fact that my mate is not here at the moment, was to bicker with Lulu The Golden - which also has been turned into dust now.

What matters now is that you understand what you're facing. The voices grew louder as we approached what looked like the entrance to a cave. But when we stepped through, I realized it wasn't a cave at all; it was a camp. Tents and lean-tos were scattered around a large underground cavern, with a fire pit in the center casting dancing shadows on the walls. A dozen people moved around the space, all of them armed with various weapons and wearing torn or faded clothes. "Welcome to Base Camp Seven," Amon said. "One of the safe zones."

Since nobody left, the system listed out the first set of choices for us to select. "Please choose your safehouse: "1. An apartment built of plastic in the biggest desert in the world with no water or electricity "2. A military armory "3. A luxury RV with a full tank "4. An air raid shelter in the city with airtight doors "5. A campsite with ample supplies on Seafoam Island." "You should pick the campsite, Ms. Johnson! You're usually so good at keeping track of things. Our minds would be at ease with you taking stock of our resources!"

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.

"You are strong." I pulled him up. "Keep moving." "I am trying." I wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Try harder." We walked into the forest. The safe house was a lighthouse. On the coast. Tall. White. Red stripes. Vera opened the door. Inside was warm. A fire burned in the fireplace. Beds in every room. Food in the kitchen. Toys in the corner. The children ran inside. Laughing. Free. Lily hugged my leg. "I like this lighthouse."

Of course she did. “You’re gripping that wheel like it owes you money,” she said casually. Mason didn’t look away from the road. “I’m driving.” “You’re emotionally driving.” Kai nearly choked laughing beside her. I turned toward the window to hide my smile. The camp itself looked straight out of one of those coming-of-age movies people pretend not to cry over. Wooden cabins sat around a huge clearing surrounded by trees, with a frozen lake off to the side for skating drills and a massive bonfire pit near the center.