“We’re safe if we stick together.” I wasn’t at all sure that was true, but saying it made me feel better. The first place I thought about was the big yellow tent. We walked in, trying to see anything in the cavernous canvas interior. It was almost two in the morning, the moon was behind a cloud, and there was no light inside that yellow monstrosity at all. He could have been there, but we wouldn’t have seen him. The second place I thought of was the little camper village. Crayer had a tent there, and Crayer was on guard duty. That might be a perfect place to hide someone. There wasn’t much light there either, just the dark shadows of maybe twenty campers and tents set up along a row of trees. One of the campers had a dim lamp that set out an eerie glow, but that was it. As we approached the area I heard a slow rumble, like a dog growling. “Hold on,” I whispered softly, my voice raspy and my throat getting sore. The sound was coming from a small camper, the windows open.
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