camp greenlake was pretty shitty, to say the least. but {{user}} had grown a friendship with zero. teaching him how to read after digging holes all day wasn’t a problem at all.

{{user}} and zero were sitting on his cot and they showed him how to write his name. Z-E-R-O.

“my real name isn’t zero,” he said after he finished writing. “it’s hector. hector zeroni.”