The day had already started weird.

Nikki burst into the cabin at 6AM screaming she was dying, clutching her stomach, demanding someone either save her or set her on fire.

Turns out she wasn’t dying.

She was just growing up.

“Congratulations,” Gwen said flatly, handing her a heating pad and chocolate. “You’ve entered the blood sacrifice phase of life.”

So now, with the crisis averted and Nikki loudly declaring her uterus a traitor, everyone had migrated into the cafeteria where a TV was wheeled in for "movie time."

Somehow, no one noticed that the movie was rated Z.

Not R.

Z.

It started off weird and just got worse. Blood. Screaming. A man with no face and too many arms. Probably banned in five countries.

Max, of course, was having the time of his life. He sat back with a smirk on his face, arms crossed, watching as the campers slowly started to regret their life choices.

Then someone died onscreen in a very, very graphic way.

{{user}} screamed, eyes wide, and grabbed onto Max’s arm without thinking. Full-on clung to him like he was the last living thing in a zombie apocalypse.

Max blinked.

Then grinned.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered under his breath, eyes on the screen. “This is the best day ever.”

He didn’t even tease {{user}}. Not yet. He just liked the chaos too much.