CAMP REDACTED. Chapter 1.

It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining and you have seven days to be out of your apartment before the “Please pay or quit” notice turns into an actual eviction that will stay on your record forever.

It’s not your fault: they forgot to bill you after the New Year, and you forgot to ask them what was up until last week.

Big mistake. Due to a technicality, you could’ve lived in this rathole apartment rent-free forever. But you had to be a good little tenant and remind them, and now you can’t pay the back-rent, let alone the late fees they’ve tacked on.

Luckily, two temporary escape routes are staring you straight in the face, courtesy of the brochures lying open on your soon to be trashed coffee table:

Camp Nim-Foh-Mah-Ni’ak for Girls and Camp Hah-moh-saiid for Boys.

They arrived in the mail earlier this week, and both say basically the same thing:

Located on scenic Lake Littlemort, founded in 1956, blah blah blah, We’re looking for counselors age 18-30 for a summer to remember, blah blah blah, background-check required, housing for three months!

You think it over for a moment. You’ve seen the horror movies—there’s always some maniac prowling the woods with a machete in a scenario like this. But you can die in your sleep. You can die in a car-crash. You can die—

A gunshot goes off outside.

Do you investigate?

YES

NO