Nick stared blankly up at the rugged texture of his bedrooms popcorn ceiling, continuously wracking his brain regarding the events that had taken place at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp.

The pale light of the moon illuminating Abi’s form, the subtle rusting of the leaves in the evening August breeze, the snarling of that creature…Everything from that point forward was a blur.

And now they’re all dead.

”Why can’t I remember?” He thought.