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*puh-chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

The air brakes let out a sigh of relief as the bus came to a stop.

“ALLL ABOOOOOAAAARD!” Dome yelled at the group eagerly waiting on the side of the road. “The last stop of our trip will be Dome’s Survival School at the lake! But first, the liquor store!”

The soon-to-be campers quickly began to board the bus and Dome kept rambling. Several of them found the mini bottles of booze stashed under each of their seats.

“Dome’s Survival School promises to get you up to snuff on survival skills faster than any other school in the nation! In one short week you’ll come out a survival expert or you’ll die trying. We guarantee it! Now take your seats, I’m almost out of vodka so I’m gonna have to drive fast. Hold on folks, away we go!’

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The bus pulled up in front of the liquor store and Dome practically sprinted to the entrance. Across the street stood a behemoth of a building, the sign read "Sportsman's Warehouse  National Superstore"

"Biggest sporting good store in the country! Why don't you boys go get whatever you think we might need for the weekend? I'll get what I need here and meet you at the bus later!"  Dome yelled to the group before he crashed head first into the liquor store's automatic door seconds before it opened.

The group ran inside and started ransacking the place. They bought all kinds of supplies for a weekend in the woods! Tons of tarps, handfuls of hatchets! Knives and cordage on one aisle, then further down for a fire starting kit and a water purifier! Emergency candles and unlubricated condoms for the romantics! A slingshot and crossbow for the archers! The carts filled up quickly and the group headed for the registers.

Dome stood in line at the liquor store, he looked across the street and saw all The Campers coming out of The Sportsman's Warehouse. He pulled out his phone and shot off a few text messages as the cashier rang up 217 mini bottles. 

Dome typed away, swaying back and forth:

<big group this time. should b a good one>

<we r leavning now, im drunk lol>

<get evething ready. see u in an hour>

<tell guards to leave, come back at dark>

He paid in cash and made his way back to the bus. Everyone cheered when they saw his score.

"Half of these is for sharing boys! Help yourselves, we've got a bit of a drive to the lake still!" Dome smiled devilishly and returned to the drivers seat with the belly-fire rekindled. He waited for the group to board and got back on the open road.

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An hour later the bus made the final turn into the camping area. Two empty guard booths sat near the entrance, Dome caught some of the campers giving each other some concerned looks.

"Don't ya'll worry about that! We do military training up here, and they like the extra security." Dome brought the bus to a stop in front of a large cabin. "And this here is where you check in! Get yourself settled for a bit, then tonight we'll tell scary stories down by the fire!"

The sun began to set and The Campers settled in and made their way down lakeside by the fire. The flames crackled as folks began taking seats in a circle. There was drinking and there was marshmallow roasting, some of them shared scary stories while others tried to pretend they weren't scared at all. The fire raged on and the stories got more and more scary until- 

*SNAP* 

A distinct snapping sound was heard in the treeline, just 30 or so feet from the fire. It sounded like someone had stepped on a treebranch.

"Well, that's probably nothing... The guards would've scared away any- " Dome remembered to keep his story straight, "I mean... the empty guard both would probably keep any dangerous animals out.I'm sure it not-"

*SNAP-SNAP*

The sound was louder this time. The group got up off their seats and backed up towards the lake, some of them extended their roasting sticks towards the woods in case anything came barrelling out.

"Really fellas, it's nothing. We've got good security up here." Dome came off as much more confident than he was. "Look, I'll go check it out. It'll be fine."

Dome walked towards the edge of the treeline. A very brief shriek was silenced by the rustling of leaves. 

"Arrrgg-" *rustle rustle rustle*

"Uhhhh. Dome?" asked one of the Campers, they all started walking towards the noise.

"Mr Survival guy?" asked another.

"Hey you drunk, what are you doing?" one more followed up.

The group got closer and they found Dome face down on the ground. They rushed to his aid but it was too late. Dome had bled out from a giant wound on his head.

Dome was dead.

 

ROLES GOING OUT NOW.

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