Camp Disaster
I woke up at the sound of a klaxon, blaring loudly at around 3:00 in the morning. There were screams and caused by the sudden noise of the siren. A man yelled 'Camp borders Breached', repeatedly. He stopped abruptly in the middle of camp. and there was a long static buzz over the loudspeakers.I looked under the flap of my tent. A man in a dark cloak wandered over towards the instructor who had been shouting. The instructor now lay still in a large puddle of blood. Cupping my hands over my mouth, I gasped. The man lowered the pistol, a silencer attached to its mouth. He pulled out a knife, the size of a baseball bat and wandered around. Terrified I ducked under the flap and scrambled into the tent jumping onto my bed. I pulled the cover over my head trying hard to cry but let out a sob. There was a low groan and I heard someone cry out. I crept out of bed and peeked under the flap. I was horrified to see the man's pale hand clamped over yet another instructors mo...