#Chapter 52: Camping Trip

Nina

Somehow, I managed to fall asleep for a couple of hours that night. Those few hours of sleep were fraught with nightmares, but at least I slept. When I woke up the next morning, I knew what I needed to do.

I couldn’t mention any of this to Enzo or Luke, because I knew that I wouldn’t get a truthful response. All of the clues were pointing to them; they had done something horrible to that man who drugged me.

Even though that man was a terrible person who only wanted to hurt me that night, it didn’t mean that I wanted anyone to be killed!

It was around eight o’clock in the morning when I climbed out of bed and started packing. I would need a change of warm clothes, granola bars, a flashlight, a sleeping bag… Anything

that would be useful for camping.

I was going to go camping in the forest outside of Newburgh and investigate this murder myself.

But I couldn’t go alone. Not only would it be dangerous, but it would also be too suspicious if I just took off to go camping by myself over the weekend in the exact place that Enzo and Luke had likely killed the businessman from the club.

I had to convince Lori and Jessica to go

with me.

When I walked out into the living room dressed in a flannel, sweater, jeans, and hiking boots with my backpack slung over my shoulder and my sleeping bag in my hand, Jessica and Lori both gave me a puzzled look.

“Uh… want a waffle, Wilderwoman?”

Lori said, holding up a plate of waffles that actually looked tantalizing

“Sure,” 1 said, dropping my stuff on the floor and walking over to the kitchen. I took a waffle and smothered it in butter and syrup while my friends ate in silence, still staring at me.

camping or something?” Jessica

I replied, trying my best to sound nonchalant. “You

and Jessica looked at each other,

now?” Lori said

nodded as I cut into my waffle. “I mean, you guys can take your time getting ready. There’s

camping all

as such

parks, exploring the wilderness, and getting bitten by mosquitoes. I actually really enjoyed being out in nature, but eventually my dad started having heart problems and couldn’t risk being out in the middle of nowhere for days on end with no hospital in sight, so we stopped going. Then I started college as a premed student and never found the time for it, anyway. I was glad that I kept my camping supplies,

looked at each other

bring the weed,”

suppose I could use

to kill the businessman from the club, I knew it would be safe for me and my friends. They wouldn’t hurt me or the people who were close to me. But if it wasn’t Enzo and Luke who killed the man, and just happened to be a different werewolf,

my

on werewolves. It may have just been an old wives’ tale, but the general consensus that I found on cryptozoology forums — even those that were mostly frequented by casual lovers of the genre and not die-hard believers seemed to be that silver bullets

asked, shoving the last bite of waffle in my mouth. “I just wanna run

yeah, I guess,” Lori

by the door.

are over there.”

washed my plate in the sink and grabbed Lori’s keys, leaving my friends still somewhat

exactly what I needed; I didn’t have any permits to carry a gun, I didn’t have a lot of money, and I didn’t need someone

a Friday morning.

the shop

sun, I heard the gruff voice of an older

“Mornin’, hun,” she said.

short and stocky, with gray hair pulled up into a

the counter. “I’m here to buy a

that, this bein’ a gun

embarrassed, realizing now that I had no clue what I

defense, huntin’, or both?” she asked, leaning on

I guess,” I replied, looking around at the gun displays that

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