[center]Chapter 1

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The road wasn't an easy drive. Each bump and pothole sent the old, rusted out bus rocking and shaking, tossing the passengers about. Each person was jammed together on pleather seats that looked like a wild cat had gotten a hold of them, holding their allotted belongings in their laps, being tossed against one another every five or so seconds. There was no air conditioning, and the drive was three hours. Not much was said. Not much [i]could[/i] be said. The guttural roars of the bus's engine made sure to drown out any other sound. 

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Sasha once believed that hell was a makeshift medical tent in the middle of a battlefield, the cries of dying soldiers surrounding him, his own, blinding pain. Now, he knew better. Hell was a screaming metal death trap of a bus rolling at 15 miles an hour through a jungle with humidity so high it [i]should[/i] be raining. The Russian was pink in the face and glistening, clearly not used to the heat that Venezuela had to offer. After three agonizing hours, he would have given his [i]other[/i] arm to get off that damn bus. He shifted his duffel bag uncomfortably in his lap for the millionth time. They were finally approaching a clearing, and a wooden sign along the so called "road" read Camp Sunshine. He breathed a sigh of relief. Finally. 

When the bus came to a stop and the doors opened, the campers piled off eagerly. Sasha stepped out to feel fresh air on his face, and possibly a dozen mosquitoes biting him all at once. They gathered into a group around a man wearing old army BDUs. As the last person stepped off the bus, the man blew a whistle sharply to gain their full attention. 

"Attention campers! I am Joe, and I am your head camp councilor here at Camp Sunshine. For the next ten weeks, you will follow my every command. I will not command you wrong; if you die here at camp, it is because you did not follow my orders." He spoke in a loud, clear voice, akin to a drill sergeant Sasha remembered from boot camp. 

"Behind me is the camp bulletin board, where updates will be posted regularly. Here you can find your tent assignments and the camp rules. Camp Sunshine has three rules: Don't murder other campers, don't die, and don't try to run away from Camp Sunshine. Today will be your first and only free day; camp activities will begin tomorrow at oh five hundred. You are dismissed!"

With that, Joe turned, showing off the rifle strapped to his back as he walked away. Sasha thought he seemed a bit intense, but that wasn't really his business, he supposed. He approached the bulletin board to see which tent he would be in. There was a distressed looking map of the camp printed next to the tent listings, showing where his new home for the summer will be. With that, Sasha picked up his duffel bag and headed that way.