It was the dead of night at Camp Campbell, the tents were closed and the forest was silent other than the occasional owl.

At the docks of the nearby lake there were three campers. Max, Nikki, and Neil. They snuck out of their tents and decided to have a break from the camp.

The three were sitting and talking, Nikki in the water leaning against the dock, Neil messing with a gadget he was working on, and Max sitting there, probably plotting something chaotic for tomorrow.

Everything was fine, until the crunch of a stick breaking was heard.

"The fuck?" Max.

"What was that?!" Neil.

"Ooh! it's probably a cool animal or something!" Nikki.