“Come on, push!” Jay yelled from the driver’s seat as he floored the gas.

It had been nearly 15 minutes since he accidentally backed the van into the crater alongside the cabin, and now Jamal and Louie were in the back trying to push it out, with little success.

“Try it again!” Jamal groaned, as he and Louie pushed with all their might. “Come on Louie, push!”

“I am push!” Louie ordered back. “Put some ass into it!”

“You put your ass into it!” Jamal screamed as Jay let up on the gas again and the van still did not move.

“You know what,” Jamal said, catching his breath and looking right at Louie. “I think we should get Shamu’s fuckin’ ass out here. This is bullshit.”

“Yo man, that ain’t funny,” Louie replied. “Patty’s a nice girl.”

“Oh yeah?” Jamal stated. “Well if she’s so nice, why ain’t she out here helping? Her fat ass coulda had it out 10 minutes ago.”

“I wouldn’t want her to come out here and lose all her energy,” Louie answered with gleam in his eyes. “I plan on tappin’ that ass later on.”

Jamal didn’t reply. He just glared at Louie and had a sick and disgusted look on his face.

“What?” Louie said with a smile. “You know what they say about fat girls.”

“Yeah,” Jamal laughed. “Fuckin’ a fat girl is like fuckin’ a whale. Slap the fat and ride the waves.” He then made a motion back and forth with his hands, and moved his hips to go along with it, demonstrating what he was trying to tell Louie.

“Whatever man,” Louie stated. “At least I will be getting some action tonight.”

“Bitch, the only action you’ll be gettin’ is with your right hand,” Jamal replied, shaking his hand in an up-and-down motion. “And I don't plan on being anywhere near you when you do.”

“Any luck, guys?” Jay asked, emerging from the van.

“Naw,” Jamal answered. “We can’t move it.”

“Damnit,” Jay responded. “We will have to make do with what we have then.”

“What you mean?” Jamal asked. “How can we film without power?”

“We charged all the battery packs before we left, so we should be good to go for a while,” Jay informed them. “Maybe by the time we run out of juice, this rain will stop, and then we can get the van out.”

“Good idea,” Jamal stated, squishing through the mud puddles back toward the cabin. “Besides, I wanna get my grub on and take a nap. This muthafucka’s tired.”

“Well?” Jay asked, noticing Louie just standing there.

“Well what, dawg?” Louie responded, squinting as the raindrops pelted his eyes.

“Are we gonna go back inside and try to film, or are we gonna stand out here and get drenched all night?” Jay said, smiling as he headed back to the cabin.

“Good point. I don’t wanna ruin my threads anymore than they already are,” Louie replied as he followed Jay back into the cabin and out of the rain.


“Are we on?” Carrie asked, brushing up her hair and checking her microphone.

“Uhhh, yeah, the camera’s good,” Slax informed her, glancing into the eyehole of the camera. “Check the mike.”

“Testing, one, two, three,” Carrie mumbled into the microphone. “How’s that Louie?”

“Good,” Louie, the audio technician, answered. “You’re just about right. Don’t go no higher than that.”

“Great,” Carried replied with a smile. “Let’s do it.”

Slax adjusted the camera, while Louie, hunched down with a headset on, made sure the audio was good to go. Jamal, the director, was on the opposite side of the camera, also wearing a headset. He was the one who would guide the reporters through the story, telling them when to start and when to wrap it up, and if anything would go wrong. Patty was on standby to make sure none of the cables got tangled up, and Jay and Melody, the other reporters, stood back away from them, awaiting their turn for a mike-check.

Carrie stood by awaiting the signal, and in a matter of seconds, the red “on” light on the camera gleamed to life, and Jamal pointed at her, giving her the cue.

“Hi, this is Carrie Wilson reporting to you from Camp Crystal Lake,” Carrie said. “I’m at the site of what is believed to be the worst mass murder…”

However, just as she got going, she inexplicably saw the light go out on the camera, and Jamal gave her a thumbs-down, meaning they were now offline.

“Shit!” Louie yelled, taking off his headset. “We got no audio.”

“We got no video, either,” Slax added. “Nothing but a black screen.”

“What happened?” Carrie asked.

“I don’t know, we were fine, and then all of a sudden, everything went out,” Jamal responded.

“Can we fix it?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” Slax informed them. “Maybe the batteries got wet or something. We need to dry them out.”

“How long does that take?” Melody interjected.

“Who knows? Could take two minutes, could take two hours, it all depends,” Slax answered.

“Well ya’ll can stay here and figure it out,” Jamal yawned, grabbing a bag of potato chips from his bag and heading toward the door. “I’m outta here.”

“Where are you going?!” Carrie asked, concerned.

“I’m gonna get some sleep,” Jamal answered. “The batteries should be dry by morning, right? So let’s just wait til then.”

“He’s right,” Slax agreed. “Maybe the rain will quit by morning, and we can film outside. Besides, we can sure use the sleep.”

The rest of the group reluctantly agreed, but only because they were all so exhausted from the trip.

“If you need me, I’ll be in cabin three,” Jamal stated as he walked out the door.

“I get cabin four!” Louie yelled, following close behind.

“Alright, I got the center cabin then, cabin five,” Slax smiled, also heading out.

“I think I’ll take six,” Patty gleamed, realizing she would be right next to Slax.

“I’ll stay here in this one,” Carrie sighed. “We’ll meet back here at dawn.”

“We’ll be one cabin over, okay, hunney?” Melody said, hugging Carrie. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to come over, okay?”

“Okay,” Carrie answered.

“Don’t worry,” Jay assured her. “Everything will be fine when the batteries dry and we get that van out of the ditch. We’ll be out of here by tomorrow afternoon.”

Discouraged and disappointed, Carrie just flung herself down onto the empty box springs, which squeaked horribly as she rested her head in her hands. She was really starting to think that this whole thing was a bad idea. The more mishaps that occurred and the longer they got delayed, the more Carrie hated it here. But she could deal with all of that tomorrow. Right now, she was exhausted and fading fast. So, with a yawn, she threw down a blanket onto the bed, curled up, and fell asleep.

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