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[code]Campsite – Male Cabins[/code][hr]

It had taken everything Tuyen had to not just throw up when the teacher in charge was mauled by an axe. What the hell, when did they get dropped into an actual horror story? It was only because of Martin dragging her away that she hadn’t just stood there in shock, meeting the same fate.

She found herself in the male cabins, the initial shock wearing away for a sharp fear followed by unstoppable trembling. [i]What the fuck, how the fuck were they meant to survive this.[/i] 

Tuyen shook her head slightly to stop her thoughts from spiralling down into negativity. Rita was already panicking and the last thing she needed was out add more burden to the others. She just had to push her fear away like she did everything else and think of something to do. Anything to help them get away.

“We can push the beds against the cabinet to make it harder to push or hack through.”

Tuyen didn’t think she’d ever been so relieved to see her cousin as he placed a somewhat comforting hand on her shoulder. How she hadn’t noticed him before she didn’t know. The fear, she guessed.

“There also must be another cabinet we can put over the back door,” Min looked thoughtful and far too calm for the situation. Of course, he was as scared as anyone would be – but if someone didn’t keep a level head they wouldn’t make it through. And he was the smartest here. That much was obvious. 

After speaking he indicated for Martin to help him with moving one of the beds to add more support to the door.

“Maybe we can use the cabinet doors to board up the windows,” Tuyen suggested, voice wavering a bit and shaking not subsiding. But she was putting on a brave face. They could get out of it, right?

[i]Definitely not,[/i] was what the small voice in the back of her mind was telling her.