David approached the new counselor, (Y/N) with a welcoming smile. 

"Welcome to camp Campbell!" He smiled. (Y/N) smiled nervously, giving a small wave to the man. 

"Yeah, welcome to this shithole." A boy with a blue hoodie mumbled. (Y/N) smirked slightly, 

"So I guess you'll be a hard one." 

"Yep, bitch." 

"Brat."

David's smile faltered slightly. 

"Oh, boy." He chuckled.

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(Y/N) took a deep breath, pulling her black hood up, blocking her features. She locked eyes with the quartermaster sitting in the driver's seat before showing him the flyer for wanted counselors at Camp Campbell. He nodded, 

"Take a seat anywhere..." He mumbled, "And make yourself comfortable, it's a long ride." He finished. She nodded, taking a few seats away from him. Her eyes trailed to the gray-haired man before clicking the record button on the voice box attached to the inside of her hoodie pocket. 

"So um... What all do you know about this camp... About Cameron Campbell?" She asked. The quartermaster turned on the engine, pulling out onto the road. 

"You gotta ask the right questions, young lady." He answered. She paused, biting the inside of her cheek.

"What do you know about the founder of the camp? Cameron Campbell?" She asked. The quartermaster slowed the bus, looking at her from the upper mirror. 

"Why do you wanna know?" He asked. 

"I'm just curious." She smiled, "I just wanna know what the founder of the place I'll be working at for the next three and half months is like." 

"So you wanna know about the camp or the founder?" He asked. 

"Both." 

The quartermaster was quiet, his eyes staying on the road,

"Turn off that voice recorder and I'll tell you about the camp." He answered. The girl rose her brow at the man, playing innocent at his deal. 

"I-"

"You're not the first person to come to this camp in search of Cameron. And you won't be the last." He said. He parked at the side of the road, turning around in his seat to face her. "You're not going to find anything at the camp... If you want, I can turn back now." 

"How do I know you're not saying that just to protect him?" She asked. The quartermaster shrugged, 

"I don't know, you're the one working for the government. Do you not have a lie detector on you?" He asked. She paused, glancing out the window. 

"That's in my gray hoodie." 

He hummed in response, turning back to the steering wheel. 

"Take me to the camp, I'm going to finish this mission. And you better not say a word to anyone about why I'm here." She threatened. "I can get you thrown in jail for... Obstruction of Justice!" 

He hummed in response again, pulling back onto the road once again. 

"To my knowledge, you're at this camp to be a counselor." He answered. 

"No, I'm here to catch camp- ... Right, I'm here to be a counselor." 

He hummed again, this time annoying (Y/N) but she pressed her lips together. 

The rest of the ride was silent for (Y/N), except for sudden loud noises of the buses movements or certain lyrics of the quartermaster's radio at the front. 

"You still haven't told me much about Campbell." (Y/N) mumbled, looking up toward the front of the bus. The man didn't reply, probably too absorbed by a piece of the weather channel. 

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"So..." The driver started. (Y/N) perked up, looking at him over the top of the seat. 

"Can I ask you questions, or will you get fired or somethin' for blown cover?" He asked. She flicked off the recorder, a sigh followed after it. 

"Go ahead." She said. 

"How long have you been working undercover?" He asked. (Y/N) pushed her knees on the back of the seat in front of her, sinking down in her spot.

"3 years." She answered. 

"And yet I caught you?" 

"... The three years have been... Off and on." 

"That paper said your name is Samuel, and you're 25 years old." He commented. 

"It's a lie." (Y/N) answered. The man huffed, 

"So your whole life is a lie?" He asked. (Y/N) shrugged, looking out the window. 

"I guess so. Well, this is the job my father wanted me to have." The hook-handed man was quiet, taking a sharp turn causing (Y/N) to lean. "My... My real name is (Y/N). I'm actually 23." 

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked. 

"I don't know... I just... Feel like I can trust you." 

"A spy? Trusting?" 

"I never said I was a well-trained spy." 

"Oh, you didn't need to say." 

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes trailing the scenery out the window. 

"Look, you're sarcasm is at a seven and I'm going to need it down to a three." She glared. The man chuckled, giving a teasing look from the upper mirror. 

"You'll be fired from being a counselor with that attitude, you better shape up or... Or At least be happy around David." The man grumbled. (Y/N) messed with her hoodie sleeve, looking down at the bus's aisle. 

"Who's David?" She asked. 

"He's mostly the one who takes care of the children, keeps them in check. Just don't... " He paused, "Be careful around him... " He finished. (Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek again, thinking of this David. 

'be careful around him.' so is he one of those abusive guys...? 

She felt fear course through her, thinking of what this David must look like. She got hired with ease, wasn't even given an interview... Maybe you don't need anything to join, just the job application. She gulped, he could be a thug with tattoos, tall and buff, and just using the children for his bidding. Sounds like someone who would work for Cameron.

And now I'll be working alongside this beast for over three fucking months...

The bus came to a slow halt, the door letting out an annoying shriek as it opened. She stood, pulling her hoodie higher, making sure it blocked her face for now. 

"I won't tell anyone, but be a good counselor. And have fun! Cause you're not going to find anything on Campbell here, so might as well enjoy yourself." He laughed before driving away as soon as her body left the vehicle. She instantly missed the cold air of the bus as her hoodie helped the sun cook her. 

A skinny, tall, woman then ran up to her, a wide smile on her features. 

"You must be Samuel!" She yelled, grabbing her hand from her pocket to shake it. "I'm Gwen! A pleasure to meet you!" 

"Uh, a pleasure to meet you as well, Gwen." (Y/N) smiled. 

"Oh no, are we seriously going to have another fucking counselor!?" A boy in a blue hoodie screamed, pointing at her with an evil glare. 

Jesus- how old is this kid? 13? 

"Max! Be nice!" Gwen yelled, grabbing the boy by his hood. 

"Show your face!" Max yelled, narrowing his eyes at 'Samuel' 

(Y/N) just kept her eyes on the short boy, not saying a word as the two bickered. 

"What is going on over here-? Oh! Are the new counselor?!" A man asked from the inside of a nearby cabin. 

"David! Come get this little bitch!" Gwen yelled. (Y/N) flinched, not sure if it's because the counselor just cursed at what she's guessing a 10 yr old or because the beast David is less than 7 feet away.

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