Hours later, and Jeremy’s nerves were frayed. He rubbed at his face as the truck continued to prowl the dirt pathways, light just beginning to brighten the sky.

He looked at his companions in the truck, and saw the same bone-weary exhaustion seeping through all of them. Having been awoken only a few hours after an already exhausting day, only to fight back against creatures born from the very pits of hell to save the camp’s inhabitants would do that to anyone.

His shoulder ached beneath the shoulder pads, a phantom reminder of the number of times he had fired the gun in his hands. They had come across and killed five more demon bears since they left the craft shop, the time between finding each one becoming more drawn out as the hours dragged on. Oliver had finally taken to honking the truck's horn for the past hour as they circled the camp over and over again, purposefully trying to attract any more of them that may have been hiding. Jeremy’s head ached from the sound, already pummeled by the blasts of the shotguns and the ear-splitting roars of the demons they fought.

The destruction the creatures had wrought was terrifying to behold. Everywhere they went, there were cabins that had been crushed by their prodigious fury. They had stopped by many of them, every once in a while finding and digging out a lone survivor or two, but were forced to leave the dead where they lay. Other survivors had come out of other hiding places, the group Natalie had sent them after at the boathouse only being the first to stagger out to them, crying in relief as they were saved. The truck quickly became something of a ferry service, taking the survivors back to Andromeda as they found each group before returning to patrolling the campus.

Jeremy wasn’t looking forward to the monumental tasks still ahead of him and the rest of the camp. Taking stock of the loss of life was going to be exceedingly difficult, both logistically and emotionally. He wondered how many of his co-workers, people he had worked besides for years, had died in the attack.

His heart wrenched as the unknown fate of his little brother hung over him like a guillotine waiting to drop. Despite their many rounds around the camp, they had yet to find any sign of David, and Jeremy’s anxiety was starting to get the better of him. At best, he was just hiding somewhere until daybreak, unable to communicate due to the radios not functioning properly. At worst...Jeremy didn’t want to think about it.

“Tank’s getting low. We’re going to need to stop to refuel soon.” Oliver said, his head poking out of the driver’s side window as he stopped honking the horn. Brian grunted in affirmation, turning to look at him.

“What do you think? Haven’t seen any of them for a while now.” He asked. Jeremy scratched at his chin as the truck bounced over a rock in the road.

“Given the way they were acting earlier, I’d like to assume the camp’s pretty clear. They seemed to have pretty good hearing all things considered, and a single-minded will to kill. I can’t imagine any of them wouldn’t have come out of hiding with the noise we’re making.” Jeremy replied, the gun suddenly heavy in his hands. He flipped on the safety, resting the gun on his shoulder.

“We should head back to Andromeda and check in. Daylight’s coming, and we should be on the road to town as soon as possible.” Yasmina added. They all looked into the sky, where the black of night was slowly being replaced by dark purples and blues, the dimmest stars beginning to wink out of sight. A chill ran up Jeremy’s spine as he looked at the comet, burning bright red, reminding him of the demon bear’s eyes. He shook it off.

“We’ll need to coordinate with whoever’s taken charge there. Help them figure out what next steps are before we head out, just in case.” His ominous statement hung in the air, weighing heavily on all of them.

In case they didn’t return, ambushed by more of the beasts before they could get help.

Oliver steered the truck around another bend in the pathway. The headlights of the truck swung over the nature center and the nearby farmland as they headed back towards the meeting halls.

The campgrounds were silent, save for the sound of the truck engine and the dirt under it’s wheels. Jeremy wondered if it was always this quiet right before sunrise, or was it just today? Or maybe he had some hearing loss from everything they had been through the past few hours. Either way, the ghostly silence reflected the mood of the truck riders well.

The front door of Andromeda opened just as quietly as they rolled up near the steps, and Doug stepped out, his eyes scanning the still-dark woods around them.

“Where’s Charlie?” Jeremy asked as he lowered himself from the truck bed.

“I swapped with him, he’s downstairs. He said he was starting to have trouble knowing whether the shadows were just shadows or something else, so we figured fresh eyes would be better.” Doug replied. Jeremy nodded.

“Who’s keeping tabs of the headcount so far?” Yasmina asked.

“Last I knew, Kat was taking care of it. Had to convince Peter to let go first, lots of the kids you brought back didn’t want to check in with him.” Doug scowled. Jeremy sighed.

“Any idea how many of the other team leaders made it?”

“Far as I know, it's you, Peter, Kat, Allison and Arnold. Haven’t seen Patty or Curtis, or any of the Leadership Program staff.”

“What about Uncle Xavier? Is he doing okay?” Brian interrupted as he came closer. Doug eyed him for a second.

“He’s still unconscious. Allison seems to think he’ll be fine, but he won’t be walking for a while. Don’t know much more than that.” Doug replied. Brian nodded, turning back around to scan the forest.

“Still no word on Owen or Madison?” Yasmina asked. Doug shook his head. After a moment, Jeremy sighed.

“All right, thanks. Keep posted up here, we’ve got some sorting to do before we try to go for help. Brian, mind keeping Doug some company in here? Maybe get some more eyes on the other windows?” Brian nodded, quickly directing Oliver and Will to the south, Kevin and Fred to the north, and posted himself and Steve with Doug along the west. Jeremy and Yasmina headed towards the windowless back wall, and the door next to the open stage to the basement. Jeremy considered leaving the shotgun upstairs, but he decided against it, instead unloading the shells from inside and leaving the barrels open. Yasmina followed his lead, unloading the bullet in her rifle’s chamber before they headed downstairs.

A large number of eyes swiveled towards them as they descended the steps, and a nervous quiet fell over almost everyone in the basement, murmuring whispers between the campers the only sound in the dim light. Jeremy looked across the huddled masses of campers, feeling an acute pain in his chest at their reduced numbers form the night before.

“Jeremy, Yasmina, you’re back!” Arnold rushed over, Katsuki following more sedately behind him. Jeremy nodded towards the clipboard in Katsuki’s hands.

“What’s our numbers look like?” Jeremy asked quietly as they gathered near him. Katsuki’s eyes, normally placid and blank, reflected the pain they were all feeling as he sighed and looked at the clipboard.

“Currently, we’ve accounted for 121 campers, with 21 injured, 3 severely. 79 campers currently missing, or...” Katsuki trailed off, and Jeremy’s heart sank. Despite all their work, digging through the wreckage of various cabins where they could hear the cries for help, Jeremy had hoped that there hadn’t been too many cabins where the inhabitants had all been inside when they were destroyed. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

“And the staff? Did we do any better there?” Jeremy’s voice wavered, and Katsuki shook his head.

“26 staff either confirmed dead or missing at the moment, another 5 injured, one severely. That leaves just 18 of us alive and well, of the 49 who stay on campus overnight. None of the off-campus staff stayed overnight, so that's most of the admin staff, except Chris, Mike and Xavier, all of maintenance and the dining hall staff.” Jeremy swayed on his feet as Yasmina gasped audibly. Nearly two-thirds of the on-site staff were dead, injured or missing, and Jeremy’s eyes stung as the weight of the knowledge that many of the people he worked with the past few years were gone.

“We should have started the evacuation sooner.” Jeremy said, and Yasmina’s hand on his shoulder turned him slightly to look at her.

“This isn’t your fault, Jay. No one could have expected this, and without the radios to communicate... “ Yasmina took a long, shuddering breath. “We did the best we could with what we had.”

“Well maybe if you kids hadn’t been off gallivanting around camp for hours, we could have done more than sit around and wait.” A harsh voice growled, and Jeremy’s stomach roiled as Peter stalked near, his greying, close cropped hair and mustache accenting the deep wrinkles in his face as he scowled at them.

“We were out there saving people, Peter. I didn’t see you out there helping.” Jeremy shot back.

“What was I supposed to do? You kids took all the guns with you when you went off on your hair-brained scheme to kill them all! What about all the injured who needed you to go get help?” Peter demanded, and the entire basement went silent. A heavy weight settled back on his shoulders.

“We made a judgement call. We couldn’t be sure there weren’t more of them waiting on the road into town-”

“Who gave you the right to make that call? Who made you the leader while the directors aren’t here?” Peter replied, and Jeremy leaned forwards.

“Chris and Mike are dead, and Xavier’s unconscious. There was no time to discuss options, there were still people out around camp who needed help too, or those things would have gotten to them before help could have arrived.” Jeremy argued, his voice low and quiet.

“And you didn’t stop to think of other options first. We could have organized, could have sent out others to go for help while you fought them off-”

“There weren’t enough shotguns to arm other vehicles if they ran into more of them, we’d just have sent them to their deaths-

“Better than just letting the injured die without competent help-

“Allison and the lifeguards are doing the best they can-”

“Tell that to my wife! She’s dead because of you and their incompetence!” Peter shouted, and Jeremy rocked back on his heels as the older man reached for him. Peter’s hands grabbed tightly on his collar, pulling him close, even as Yasmina, Arnold and Kat all reached in, trying to pry Peter’s hands off of him.

“You did this! Betty died because of you!” He screamed, and Jeremy’s heart sank as he looked into the old man’s eyes, the anger and fury mixing with his tears. A lump grew in Jeremy’s throat, and he couldn’t find any words to say as Peter shook him, somehow overpowering the attempts of the other three to get him to let go.

“It’s not his fault, Peter. Let him go.” A quiet voice interrupted, and Peter’s gaze swung to the side as Allison staggered near, her gaze wide and slightly unfocused. Arnold moved to steady her as Peter turned and snarled at her.

“And you! You passed over Betty for that dying wretch you brought in, and for what? Now they’re both dead, and you didn’t-”

Something inside Jeremy snapped as he watched Allison go even more pale and crumple into herself, her quiet, unsteady courage shriveling into nothing at Peter’s harsh words. Jeremy grabbed the butt of the shotgun with his free hand, yanking it upwards, tearing Peter’s grip off of his collar with one swift movement. Peter gaped at him as he staggered backwards a step.

“Peter, shut up and listen to me now. Yes, I made a decision, and some people may have died because of it. But don’t you dare blame the people who have done nothing but try to save their lives, despite their lack of training. They did the best they could under the circumstances, and if it weren’t for them, I’m sure quite a few more people would be dead as well.” Jeremy growled. Peter’s mouth opened, and Jeremy surged forwards, grabbing Peter’s shoulder and squeezing tight.

“If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘I’m sorry, Allison,’ I’m going to make you wish those beasts had gotten you instead. Am I clear?” Peter looked between them, his eyes hardening as he tore away from them, stalking over to the other side of the basement. Jeremy sighed, turning back to the group.

“He’s right, you know. If I hadn’t tried saving Chrissy first, I could have...I might have...” Allison’s weak voice trailed off, and he shook his head as he crossed over to her.

“I meant it, Allison. You and your team did the best you could. We couldn’t have asked for a better team.” Jeremy said. Allison’s eyes watered as she looked back at him, and he could see the doubt in her eyes.

“You’re going for help now, right? We’ve stabilized most of the injured, but there’s still a few that need immediate attention if they’re going to make it.” Allison asked, her voice steadying as she spoke.

“Yeah, we’re heading out. How many ambulances do you think we need?” Jeremy asked, and Allison looked back towards the triage area for a moment.

“We’ve got 5 serious, life threatening injuries, and 12 with broken bones that will need casts. Most of the rest are relatively minor injuries, but there may be some that need an extra look at for internal injuries. 25 to be safe, and once they get here and evaluate, they should be able to send for more.” Allison replied. Jeremy nodded, looking back at Kat and Arnold.

“We’re taking the shotguns with us, in case we run into more of them, but we’ll leave the kids with the rifles stationed upstairs. Stay put down here, hopefully it won’t take us long to get help on the way. God willing, we’ll be back before breakfast.” Jeremy said.

“Hold on...What time is it?” Arnold asked, even as he fumbled for the watch on his wrist. Everyone looked towards their own watches.

“Just before 6am, why?” Katsuki responded, and Arnold paled slightly.

“You didn’t see any of the Dining Hall staff come in?” Arnold asked. “Morning shift starts at 5:30 so they can have breakfast ready by 7:30 for the early risers.”

Jeremy’s heart dropped, and he looked at Yasmina, both of their eyes wide.

“Not that I recall, we swung by the parking lot not too long ago, I don’t remember seeing any extra cars.” Yasmina said.

“Pretty sure they would have stopped to look at the beast we killed outside Admin. Maybe they went straight to the dining hall?” Jeremy suggested.

“That’s possible, if they even made it on campus in the first place.” Katsuki replied, and Jeremy’s blood went cold.

“We need to go, now. If there’s more of them out there, anyone coming this way is driving into a deathtrap.” Jeremy breathed, turning back for the stairs. Yasmina followed close behind, reloading her rifle as she went.

“Hang tight, we’ll be back with help soon!” Jeremy called, and a few muffled cheers from the campers erupted as they surged up the staircase.

The eyes of Brian’s cabin group swiveled to look at him, and Jeremy headed straight for Brian as he stood from near one of the windows.

“We need to move. Dining Hall staff could be driving into a deathtrap if there’s more of them out there. Just the three of us, Yasmina can drive. We need the rest of you to guard the building, just in case.” Jeremy explained quickly. Brian froze for a second before his eyes hardened, looking around at the rest of his cohorts.

“You heard him, guard this building with your lives. We’ll be back with help as soon as possible.” Brian said, turning to follow them out the front door.

“Be safe, Brian!” Oliver called, just before the door slammed shut behind him.

Jeremy helped Brian up into the truck bed as Yasmina slid into the driver’s seat, the truck rumbling to life beneath them.

“Hang on boys, we’re going to go fast!” Yasmina peeled the truck out of the clearing, the truck barrelling towards the parking lot.

“How much gas we got? Oliver said it was low earlier.” Brian shouted.

“Just under a quarter tank. More than enough to get to town.” Yasmina called back.

“I don’t see any extra cars in the lot!” Jeremy shouted as they approached the parking lot.

“We’ll loop around by the dining hall first, see if anyone went straight there!” The truck cut through the parking lot, making a wide 180 degree turn around admin and the beast’s body laying in front of it, turning up the service road towards the dining hall. The roar of the generators outside briefly overcame the truck’s engine, and Jeremy’s heart sank as the dining hall came into view. There were no cars sitting outside, only the small food service golf cart.

“Brace! We’re heading out!” Yasmina called, and the truck swung sideways once more as it did another 180 degree turn in the delivery truck lot. The engine roared again as they headed back the way they came, straight onto the main road.

Dense, thick forest whizzed by on either side of them as the truck accelerated down the main road. The light of the sunrise was just beginning to reach through the trees, casting long shadows across the road. Jeremy’s heart pounded, imagining more of the beasts lurking in the forest, waiting for unsuspecting cars to drive by, to crush them beneath their massive paws-

“SHIT!” Yasmina shouted, and the truck tires screeched as she hit the brakes. Jeremy and Brian both slammed into the truck’s cabin, and Jeremy’s thoughts skidded to a halt with the truck.

“What’s wrong?” Brian asked, trying to right himself.

“We’ve got an issue.” Yasmina said.

“More bears?” Jeremy asked.

“No, but I might know why the dining hall hasn’t come in.” She said. Perplexed, Jeremy finally got himself re-oriented, and pushed himself back up to look down the road.

A massive, white wall stretched high into the sky in front of them, a roiling thick mist that made seeing down the road impossible. Like an extremely dense bank of fog with it’s leading edge pressed up against glass, the line drawn on the pavement with it’s transition from clear air to shrouded mist stark and clear. Slowly, Yasmina drove the truck closer, turning on the high beams. Neither the high beams or the headlights pierced an inch into the dense cloud before them.

“The fuck is this?” Brian asked, staring up into the sky, straining to see it’s limit. Jeremy shook his head.

“I don’t know. Never seen anything like it.” He replied. “Think it’s safe to drive through?” He asked.

“Not likely. Look at the road, you can’t see an inch past that line. In the truck, we’ll be completely blind.” Yasmina replied, stepping out of the truck. Jeremy jumped down as Brian swiveled, his eyes scanning the forest around them.

“Guys! Bigger problem!” Brian shouted, pointing to the other side of the road. Jeremy and Yasmina spun, looking for any danger and not finding any.

“What?” Jermey asked.

“The power lines. They’re down right here.” Jeremy looked down. His eyes caught the end of the powerlines a couple dozen feet from the wall of mist, trailing down from the last visible utility pole a few dozen feet away. Jeremy stepped closer to the end of the powerline, even as Yasmina’s hand caught his shoulder.

“Careful.” She said, and he looked back at her.

“Just looking, no touching. But there’s no arcing off of them, so I think we’re good.” He stepped closer, just a few feet away. He frowned as he looked at the ends.

“Something wrong?” Yasmina asked. His mind whirled for a minute as he studied the lines.

“They look like they’ve been cut.” He said. “Look, no fraying wires, nothing sticking out of the covering. These weren’t torn out or ripped apart.”

“Those beasts couldn’t have done that. Even with their claws, you’d need, like, giant scissors to cut them with all the rubber covering. And they’re all cut at the same length.” She noted. Jeremy nodded, looking back towards the wall of mist. A chill went up his spine as he stared at it, the roiling mass almost hypnotic in it’s swirling motions.

“Sabotage?” Jeremy asked, almost hating himself for even thinking it. Yasmina looked at him, confused.

“Who would do such a thing? And in any case, if Brian’s right and the phone lines are underground, they’d have to dig those up too to cut them.” Jeremy looked around just in case, and found no sign of the dirt being disturbed on either side of the road.

“I don’t like this. We should go the other way.” Jeremy said. “It’s a bit farther to Billington, but there’s no point in going through that if we can’t be sure we’ll come out the other side safely.”

“We’re more likely to hit a tree than stay on the road through that.” Yasmina agreed, turning back towards the truck. Jeremy looked back at the cut power lines for a minute. A chill ran up his spine as he looked between them and the wall of mist before he shook it off, heading back to the truck.

“All right, quick turnaround, then the other way.” Yasmina called, and the truck began backing up and turning. A few quick back-and-forths on the narrow road had them turned around, and Jeremy watched as the wall of mist receded around the slight bend as they headed back towards the camp.

The bend in the road right next to the camp’s entrance nearly caught Jeremy off guard, his mind racing as he contemplated what he’d seen. Morning fog wasn’t too uncommon in the Lake Horicon valley, it’s natural depression with mountains all around trapping cooler air on the water’s surface until the sun came out to warm the air and burn it away. But to have it that thick, that sudden, and stretching that high into the sky? Jeremy had never heard of a weather formation like that-

“What the hell?” Brian said, and Jeremy turned. His blood went cold.

In front of them, another wall of white mist stretched into the sky.

“Here too?” Jeremy asked, and Yasmina slowed the truck as they approached, coming to a stop a few dozen feet in front of the wall of mist.

“What’s going on here?” Yasmina added. All three of them stared up at the mist wall for a minute.

“Shit.” Brian pointed, and Jeremy’s heart sank as the power lines on this end were also laying in the dirt, their ends cleanly cut.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Yasmina repeated.

“I don’t know, but now I really don’t like it.” Jeremy replied, jumping out of the truck bed. He walked closer to the mist wall, stopping a few feet in front of it. He pulled the flashlight out of his pocket and turned it on, trying to see into the mist. It was as though the light beam hit the mist and just stopped.

“Well now what do we do?” Brian asked, kicking a pebble in the road towards the mist wall.

“I don’t know. I really don’t think we should be driving through that, but it might be our only option.” Jeremy replied.

“I’m telling you, Jay, we go into that and I’ll barely be able to see the front of the truck, let alone seeing the road.” Yasmina argued.

“Well we can’t just sit here, we need to get help somehow.” Jeremy said.

“And it won’t do us much good to get in an accident on the way because we can’t see where we’re going.”

“We’re just going to have to…” Jeremy trailed off. Something wasn’t right.

Brian kicked another pebble at the mist wall, and Jeremy watched it go. It skittered across the pavement, light clicking noises as it tumbled towards the mist wall, then-

Silence.

“Brian, do that again.” Jeremy said. Brian looked up at him.

“Do what?” He asked.

“The rock. Kick another rock into the mist.” Yasmina looked at him confused as Brian raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” Jeremy looked around, spotting a rock near him on the side of the road. Without a word, he went over and grabbed it, moving back towards the mist wall. A few feet away, he stopped, his heart beating, audibly thumping in his head. Yasmina and Brian watched, perplexed, as Jeremy rolled the rock at the mist wall. It clattered loud against the pavement as it rolled, echoing slightly in the silent morning, right up to the mist wall and then-

The noise cut off suddenly as the rock disappeared into the mist.

The hairs on the back of Jeremy’s neck stood up, and both Yasmina and Brian looked at him, still somewhat confused.

“What was that all about?” Brian asked.

“I’ve never heard of mist or cloud or any kind of water vapor that can block out sound like that.” Jeremy replied. Both of their eyes widened, and suddenly, Brian was in motion, kicking a few more pebbles at the wall, each of which went completely dead silent as soon as they disappeared.

“What the hell does that mean?” Brian asked after a few silent moments. Jeremy shook his head, and grabbed a much larger rock from the ground, moving close to the mist wall.

“I don’t know, but…” He hefted the rock, dropping it onto the pavement at his feet, a loud bang as it hit the pavement. He hoisted it again, and lobbed it into the mist.

The seconds stretched on, and no sound came back.

“Okay, I’m officially creeped out now. What is this?” Yasmina asked, looking up into the sky at the mist wall.

“I have no idea, but we’re definitely not going through that.” Jeremy replied.

“So what now?” Brian asked.

“Only other way off campus is by boat. There’s a town on the other side a few miles away, but with the roads cut off, I don’t know how we’re going to get ambulances here.” Jeremy replied.

“We might not be able to, but we can at least get some EMTs back here while we figure out what’s going on.” Yasmina said.

“Good enough for now. We’ll bring both rescue boats, hopefully there’s a few good samaritans on the other side who will lend us their boats as well. We’re going to need a lot of ferries to get everyone taken care of.” Jeremy said, turning back to the truck. Once again, they all hopped in, the truck beelining back towards the camp and onto the dirt pathways. Doug burst out of the door of Andromeda as they came down the pathway.

“That was fast-”

“Not yet, we’ll be back soon!” Jeremy interrupted, and Doug looked confused as they slalomed around the buildings and towards the main field. As they reached it, Jeremy’s anxiety turned to horror.

“No...No way….” The truck rolled to a stop as they looked out over the lake.

A massive, white curtain of mist hung above the lake, a giant arc of white that cut the lake off just about halfway across. Towering into the sky for hundreds of feet, dazzlingly white as the sun just barely crested over it’s zenith. It roiled and churned, much like Jeremy’s stomach as he looked at it, the usual backdrop of the mountains across the lake completely wiped out by the wall of mist.

They sat in silence, staring at it for a minute, the truck idling the only noise they could hear. Not even insects or birds chirping, not even the wind in the trees.

“How big is this thing? There’s gotta be a break somewhere.” Brian breathed.

“No way to tell, we’d have to follow the wall all around, and it looks…” Jeremy breathed deeply, trying to settle his stomach.

“We’re not going to get a good look from here, and hiking up the mountain to the bluff would take too long.” Yasmina said.

“We could take the boats out, see if there’s a break further down the lake.” Brian replied. Jeremy jolted, and he turned.

“Head back to admin, marketing has a drone. We can send that up and take a look around that way.” He said.

“Don’t drones use cell phones to connect to for their screens?” Brian asked.

“Valarie showed it to me once, they have one that doesn’t require a cell phone since there’s barely any service out here. It’s controller’s got everything it needs.” Jeremey replied. The truck engine roared as Yasmina turned, and they reversed course down the pathway. Jeremy didn’t bother to answer Doug as he yelled after them again.

They piled out of the truck as it skidded to a halt next to the demon bear’s corpse. Jeremy was somewhat surprised to notice that he didn’t smell it, but did notice that the smoke hanging around it seemed to have gotten thicker. Or maybe it was just because there was light that it seemed thicker. He shrugged to himself as he raced inside towards the marketing office, grabbing the black, heavy plastic case off the ground and returning outside.

It only took a few minutes to boot up the drone, Jeremy only half-remembering what Valarie had shown him the previous year when they had acquired it through a charitable donation. Jeremy clicked off the “GPS not connected” popup on the screen as the propellers spun to life, and it lurched drunkenly into the air as Jeremy tried to remember which stick controlled what action. After a few moments of testing, he gently eased it into the sky, his eyes stuck firmly on the screen as the ground fell away from the camera.

Jeremy pushed the drone high into the sky, watching as the wall of white slowly expanded out in front of the camera. He kept his left thumb pressed up on the control stick as it rose, his right slowly angling to the right, making the drone start to spin. The white wall continued to grow in front of him, arcing off to the side he turned it. Jeremy’s heart slowly dropped as the drone reached its maximum altitude of 400 feet and stopped rising, the wall of mist extending much higher than it could go. He continued to spin it slowly, desperately searching for what he was coming to realize wasn’t there.

“What’s the verdict?” Brian asked from on top of the truck bed. Jeremy looked up at him for only a moment as Yasmina stepped into his side, looking at the screen on the controller.

“We’ve….We’ve got a problem.” Jeremy replied, his voice shaking.

All around them, the wall of white mist hung, a giant circle, with Camp Starfall at its center. Like the eye of a giant hurricane, encircling the camp and cutting it off from the rest of the world.

There was no way out, and no way to get help.

Yasmina looked at him, the same horror reflected in her eyes.

“What now?” She asked, and he shook his head.

“I have no idea.” He replied.

The corpse of the demon bear next to them seemed to mock them as they stood there. They might have been able to fight off the creatures, but now, a whole new horror loomed over them.

And this one couldn’t be solved by shooting it’s face off.