You! a bright, nice, (sarcastic) hardworking kid. one of the medics and higher ups in camp. You make friends easily, and were pretty popular. But you were treated like a doormat As well. Yelled at constantly, ordered around, and told what to do. you were pretty sick of it.

at about 12 in the morning, you heard a desperate banging on your cabin door.

Startled, you went to get the door, and there was this emo looking kid, he looked irritated. then you saw the cause of his irritation, claw marks down the side of his arm. you started to freak.

"I'm fine!! can i come in please?!" he mumbled