Camp Cannibal

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I did it. It's finally over.

I sit in the garden and look into the night sky. I clutch the bouquet of marigolds that I gave to Corinne. I got it from her cabin after I....was done.

No one at the camp was supposed to get hurt. How did it get this out of control?

I'm so tired.

After a while I get up and start to walk to the stables. I walk past the looming main building. It looks bigger at night.

Unexpectedly, Brandon walks out.

He looks at me.

I look at him.

I sigh. I pull out my gun and shoot him.

I forgot about the kitchen crew.

I enter the main building and walk to the cafeteria. I go through the kitchen's double door. The cooks are cleaning up and putting their things away. They all freeze to look at me.

It must suck to die this way.

4 bullet shots go off.

The sound is starting to bug me. It's loud.

It's really loud.

I trudge my way to the stables. I grin a bit when I see the horses.

At least they're alive. I get on the horse I've been using throughout all this.

I should name him.

Hmm. How about....Bullet.

I laugh. "It's fitting I think." I say to the horse while petting him.

Let's go.

For the first time I kind of enjoy the ride to the cabin. I enjoy the shade of the trees. I like how I feel hidden. I like how I feel my shame is hidden.

It's not.

It's splattered on cabin walls and dirt floors. And the one person I was aiming to kill is still alive...

I start laughing.

And laughing. And laughing. Tears start to stain my cheeks. This is all so funny.


I make it to the cabin. Here I am. Again.

I curse under my breath when I momentarily forget about my injury and use it to land on the ground.

But it hurt a little less this time.

I grip the bouquet of marigolds in my hand. They got kind of messed up on the ride here but it's okay.

I make my way towards the cabin.


Corinne's POV

I sit awake in the basement of the cabin. Florence and Laura are asleep. I feel a little jealous that they can sleep at a time like this.

I don't feel jealous for long.

I start to doze off. I hope I dream something nice. I hope I'm taken somewhere else, somewhere not here.

I flutter my eyes open but immediately they shoot open. I can hear footsteps above me.

Great. Henry.

I see him come into view at the top of the steps. He slowly, very slowly goes down the stairs and in his hand he has..a gun? I heard it earlier but where did he get it?

I also notice his injury. He was the one that was shot.


Henry finally makes it all the way down the steps.

He looks at the sleeping Florence and Laura, then he looks at me.

He looks horrible.

"My goodness you look-" I don't get to finish my sentence.

Henry lifts his gun and shoots Laura.

My mouth gapes open, I can feel some droplets of blood go into my mouth. My expression sours when the metallic taste overwhelms my senses. I try to spit the taste out but it doesn't help.

I feel sick.

I see Florence jump awake at the sound. She looks around frantically trying to figure out what's going on.

He points the gun again, this time at Florence.

Everything goes in slow motion.

I can't move. I'm chained down.

I can feel my heart beat in my head. I feel dizzy. I can see stars. This can't be happening.

I see Henry's finger close in on the trigger.

He pulls it.


Chink. Chink.

It's empty.

I let out a loud cry. Yes! She's still alive!

I let out a dry laugh of relief.

I look at Henry's jaded face. He looks at me then throws the bouquet of Marigolds I had in my cabin on my lap.

"Thought you might want them."

He then drops the gun and pulls out his knife. He turns his attention back on Florence.


He slowly walks toward her...


Florence stays there looking up at him for a second....


Henry softly pulls her up by her hand.

Florence realizes what's going on and tries to hit him...


Henry plunges the knife into her heart before she could do anything. Florence clutches at Henry's arm in disbelief. Henry caresses her face and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

"Rest in eternal peace." He says.

I hear a wet, sticky sound as Henry pulls the knife out of Florence's chest.

Florence's lifeless body falls to the floor. Her head swings in my direction. Her eyes looked glossy like a fish. Blood starts to drip from her open mouth.

I sit there horror-striken.

Henry closes her eyes and mouth and lies her down on her back.

My body is trembling. Hot tears run down my face. I look up at the monster in front of me.

He stares down.

"You gonna kill me too now?!" I howl.

He swallows hard.

"I think that's enough killing for today." He drops his knife and sits down at the table in the corner of the room. He puts his head down and stays like that.

The room is silent except for my sobs. I cry for a long time. Eventually, I cry myself to sleep.


I wake up the next morning to the smell of cooking. It smells good.

I go to stretch, then I remembered I'm in chains.

I look around me. Everything is clean. No vomit....No Railey or Florence.

I feel my throat tighten. I can hear Henry upstairs whistling a tune.

After a while he comes downstairs with two plates of eggs and sausages.

He places both of them on the little table.

"Good morning, Corinne." Henry greets.

I can't think of anything to say to him. I can't think of anything I want to say. I don't wanna speak.

Henry walks close to me.

I flinch.

"Whoa, I just want to unchain you. To eat breakfast." He shows me a key.

He starts walking towards me again. He crouches down and starts unlocking me.

I don't like how close he is. I can hear his breathing.

The second I get unchained I crawl away from him.

He stands up. I stand up too.

I glare at him.

He puts his hands up. I'm not gonna hurt you.

I don't care what he says. I look around for anything I could use to defend myself.

"The basement door is boarded up and I have the key to unlock the upstairs door to the main house."

I squint my eyes at him.

"Just thought you should know." He says.

He motions to the table. "Come, have some breakfast." He says. He goes to sit down.

I cautiously make my way to the table. I sit across from him.

Henry gives me a big smile and starts to eat.

I look at the plate, I grab my utensils.

I am hungry.

I cut a piece of the omelette and put it in my mouth.

It's really good.

I eat another piece.

"Is it good?" He asks.

I don't want to give him the satisfaction but I nod anyway. Reluctantly of course.

He beams and continues to eat.

I take a bite out of the sausage.

Also, really good.

I have a question that gives me the strength to talk.

"Where did you get the eggs and sausage?" My voice comes out hoarse.

"I went to the camp's kitchen." Henry answers.

"I knew we had chickens, I didn't know we had pigs." I say quietly.

"We have chickens." He says.

I stop. My head slowly lifts up.

"...and pigs?" I ask.

He doesn't answer, he simply continues eating.

"Stop it." I say. "Y-you're lying."

"Where did you get the meat from?" I say, panic grows in my chest.

I know. I know where he got the meat from.

I want to cry but the tears don't come out.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!" I scream in frustration.

I tip the table over and start hitting Henry while screaming, it doesn't do anything but it makes me feel better.

After a bit he finally grabs my wrist and pulls me into a hug.

"LET GO OF ME!" I struggle to get out of his grasp. I get tired. I give up. I stop struggling.

They come. The tears.

I know it was his fault but I can't help but let him pull me tighter into his embrace. It's not the ideal comfort but it's comfort.

I stain his shirt with tears.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

I don't wanna be here.

I couldn't keep her safe.


Why, couldn't I keep her safe?

A bit of time passes. The tears on my skin dry. I'm so tired. I don't want to move.

"There's a bed up stairs." Henry says softly.

"Wanna sleep up there?" He asks.

I nod my head.

He slowly lifts me to my feet.

I go up the stairs. My legs feel like rocks.

After what felt like forever I finally make it to the bed. I fall onto the soft cushions.

Henry takes off my shoes for me and covers me with the blanket.

I want to sleep forever.

Henry comes back and lays the marigolds on a dresser that's next to the bed then he leaves.

I stare at the marigolds. Some of them look dead, some of them still look healthy. I admire them as I slowly drift off to sleep.

I don't know what I'm going to do when I wake up but right now all I know is that I'm stuck with this psycho path.

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