Camp Terror – Fanatics

Tom’s heart skipped a beat when the gunshot sounded, terrified that Connor had broken the dumbass rules they were forced to abide by; or worse that he was at the receiving end of the bullet. He began searching through the herds of people in a quick attempt to find his team. Initially he counted only two due to him only looking for Erin and Ollie but he quickly double-checked to find Cameron was also in the group.

Then he turned back to Connor’s tent to see the seventeen year old boy being dragged out of it. Unconscious but breathing.

Tom slowly began walking towards the campfire, vaguely aware that the fanatic that had retrieved him from the caravan was now looking and searching for him; however he was not aware enough for it to click. Instead his mind was racing. Imaging every possible torture technique that was to be used against his cousin.

He arrived at the campfire and slowly began to relinquish his thoughts of Connor’s fate to concentrate on his friends that were still in one piece. It was at the campfire that the terrorists began to “escort” all of the men capable of actually doing hard labour away. He looked to Cameron who just looked right through him, terrified as hell, suddenly Tom felt an burly man push past him and grab Cameron.

Wait. What? Tom thought to himself. I am probably better for whatever they want me for than Cameron… He then looked down at his hands and his mind began to clear: The man walking into him; Cameron looking through him; and his “escort” loosing him. A smirk appeared across his face as he thought, Welcome Jack…Now tell me where you are?

Right on point, a small, almost insignificant, beam of light began to shine from deep in the woods.

Tom followed said light.

It took him ten minutes to get to where the light originated, but once there he was able to successfully locate Jack about ten metres from the origin point.

            “What are you doing here?” Tom smiled as he friend came into view.

            “Saving your butt apparently,” Jack laughed. “The dead zone last for about ten kilometres around the river, there is no place where the river is not controlled by them, no place where communications can be made along the river. Basically we’re in the dark.”

            “So we’re stuck here,” Tom started. “We can’t leave because we’ll be seen since you can’t keep your light thing up forever, we can’t kill them with our powers because laws and we can’t kill them with our guns because other laws.”

            “How long can we improvise for before we come crashing down?” Jack asked.

            “We won’t crash. I just think we might end up breaking a few laws in order to save the site and our friends,” Tom explained, pointing to the main building. “That is where they are holed up. But the first and most important thing to accomplish is to find the gap in their jamming network,” Tom finished.

            “Then lets get to work.”