This story is to be viewed as not knowing who is who, until I tell you, obviously.
Charlotte looked around at the faces of everyone in the camp, she had no clue what was going on, until her friend tapped her at the shoulder and pointed to a crowd. Charlotte moved her way in the crowd, trying to say excuse me, and hoping they understood she looked at the ground where everyone was pointing at, there, scatter limbs and guts lay, and the head of a body lay. A head of a student at camp, the 5 year old Zachary.
Charlotte screamed, well she was pretty sure she did, judging from the vibrations in her throat. In case you haven't figured it out, Charlotte is deaf. She tried to slap herself awake, but the very real pain went in to her cheeks. A series of murders had went throughout the camp, but whenever the police did an investigation, another person was murdered, so now, nobody over the age of four could leave the camp. Unfortunately, Zachary had turned five a day before the law passed. Tears filled her eyes. Zach was Charlotte's little cousin. She looked around, and she saw Merriweather, who was next to her staring at the body, with sad, dead eyes. Next to Merriweather was John, a camp counselor with a look of rage spread across his face speaking (more likely yelling) words Charlotte could not here.
The fifteenth murder, there were only five hundred people in total in this place.
That day in camp, all she could think about, is how her or any one of her friends might be next.