Fireworks were not your favorite thing. So when the camp was doing it, you ran off into the woods. You don’t know how far you have gotten but you couldn’t hear the loud shots anymore.

Amy was over in the same area you were in, busy burying Blotter before she saw you. She quickly got out of her gear and went over to you. She cared about you more than anyone here.

She bent down, holding your face. Amy could sense your fear. “You don’t like the fireworks, do you?” Amy asks knowingly.