#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.

going camping or something?”

was planning on it,” I replied, trying my best

looked at each other, then at

said with a

“I mean, you guys can take your time

camping all of a sudden?”

me as such

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

at each other again,

the weed,”

I could use some

I knew it would be safe for me and my friends. They wouldn’t

would be putting my friends in

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 were

last bite of waffle in my mouth. “I

I guess,” Lori

hook by

are over there.”

my plate in the sink and

the gun shop just outside of town. It wasn’t the most reputable place, but that was 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 to question why

a Friday morning.

on the shop

was dark inside, and while my eyes adjusted from the bright sun, I heard the gruff voice of an older woman who sounded like she’d been

“Mornin’, hun,” she said.

I could finally make out the woman. She was short and stocky, with gray hair pulled up into a neat bun on the top of her

the counter. “I’m here to buy

gathered that, this bein’ a gun shop and all,” she

embarrassed, realizing now that I had no clue what I was doing. It seemed that the woman noticed,

both?” she asked, leaning on

Both, I guess,” I replied, looking around at

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