Chapter 88: Camping (4)
Everly hoped that Misha could persuade her companions to leave together. On one hand, she wanted to take the opportunity to save a few other innocent people. On the other hand, according to the usual rules of horror movies, traveling in a larger group was safer than leaving with just three people.
Especially considering that this movie was only a prequel. Gary hadn’t killed many people yet, and his abilities hadn’t evolved as quickly as they did in the later installments. At this stage, moving together with more people would provide a greater sense of security.
However, whether the plan would succeed still depended on Misha’s persuasive skills.
After hanging up the phone, they drove along the road for a while longer. Finally, as the woods on both sides of the road suddenly thinned out, the vast Red Oak Camp appeared before them.
It was 8:10 in the morning. The two campsite managers were already awake. One of them, an older man, was standing at the door of the manager’s office smoking. The other was very young, looking barely in his early twenties. He had rolled up his sleeves and was clumsily chopping firewood beside a wooden stump.
When they saw an unfamiliar jeep drive into the campground, the smoking manager gave the man chopping wood a look. The young manager set down his axe and walked over to the jeep, slightly out of breath, then bent his fingers and knocked on the window.
“Hey, hello. We’re the managers of Red Oak Camp. My name’s Andy, and that’s my colleague Benjamin. Sorry to stop you, but we don’t seem to have received any new camping reservations recently.”
Everly felt the sunlight flash across her eyes.
The manager who called himself Andy had a face rarely seen among Westerners—one that still carried a boyish innocence. His hair was light flaxen, soft and fluffy, like bread just out of the oven. His brown eyes were clear and bright, his eyelashes long and curled. When he smiled, he gave off a light, carefree feeling—like bubble gum—somewhat silly and completely untroubled.