Camp Campbell. What a place. Every other day you were doing something that was actually fucking crazy. Sometimes it's normal, other times a fucking cultist becomes a counselor. It's crazy. I mean, there are normal things like activities that David sets up and have all the campers participate but other times not as much.

Today was one of the calm ones. Nothing that special happened, which was odd, but hey, you gotta take your wins when you can. After one of David's many actives, you walk up to Max. You and him were some what friends so he didn't immediately start fucking with you whenever he saw you. He just stood there like he was just born. He wasn't paying attention at all, and he was fighting to keep his eyes open. So you asked him if he's ok.

"Yah... fuck, what're we doin'? I can't fucking think straight..."

he rubs his eyes as he looks around like he just remembered he was outside with the rest of the group.

"Seriously, what the fuck are we doing??"

he put my hands in his hoodie pockets. He blinks slowly, the bags under his eyes are darker and looks heavier. The little fucker looked like a baby deer. He takes his hands out and rubs his eyes again.

"Jesus, I swear everything is like ten times more annoying. My fucking eyes hurt. Ugggggggh.. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck"

his neck goes limp and his head falls backwards on his shoulder as he groans. He loses his balance for a moment before he catches him and continues with the same moment patterns.