Rawr, 'n stuff[SG]

[Flare]

Flare led the rest of the Screaming Gophers towards the cave, but had only half a mind on her task. The other was on the Killer Bass. When she'd gotten to the campgrounds, it was eerily silent. Wherever the rival team was, it was either out of camp or required for them to be quiet. It was almost creepy, like those slasher films. A group of teens wanders a deserted campground on their own and suddenly a big bastard comes at them with a giant ass knife. Flare half-expected Chef Hatchet to come barreling towards them.

But they left the main camp with no problems and were now in the woods. Flare was following a mental map she'd made when exploring with Maddox the other day. The fact that she'd made marks on the trees with her pocket knife didn't hurt anything either.

The smell of death things and bear scat was steadily getting stronger. Without looking at her team, she said, "We're almost there. I imagine the box would be camoflauged, so keep your eyes open. Any volunteers to come with me up into the trees, just in case they're up there?"