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[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]  
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[color=#EEE8AA]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake Trail Head —> Hiking
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills[/color]: [/center]  
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Ezekiel tensed when another vehicle showed up, close to crashing into the Jeep. Zeke would have been charged with assult if his only mode of transportation had been hit. The kid who got out of the vehicle even looked self-entitled, but Zeke couldn’t deny there was something…appealing about the swagger. Wait. What?

Ezekiel felt flushed and turned back around, seeing Dobbs making his way onto the trail. He put the guitar on his back and grabbed his and his sister’s bags before following along. Until they stopped to tell ghost stories. 

Zeke swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. Okay, that was a little more intense than just wild animals in the woods. Nancy subjected Zeke to all sorts of scary movies. And he hated them all. The idea that there was some legend of a crazy dude in the woods, going berserk about people being on his land, did not make Zeke eager to complete his community service.

[color=#EEE8AA]”If people keep dying…maybe stop trying to revamp it? I mean. There are hundreds of summer camps. It is BC after all,”[/color] Zeke stated.