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*he
nods slightly, glancing away* if i keep my old secrets, does it count
as lying? like the on going lies that i’ve been keeping?

Old secrets? Like, the ones that don’t matter anymore and
can’t hurt anyone? You don’t have to keep those. *sighs* But, I mean… if you
are trying to protect someone, then that’s fine. *he blinks* Actually – no,
wait. If you have a problem, you tell an adult, okay? If you’re being asked to
keep  secrets, you tell an adult you
trust. It’s not your job to try to protect people – even if that person is the
adult you trust, okay? You’re a kid…

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to confuse you.

*he frowns and looks out of the tent* thinking about everything… the lies, the lives, the loves… it makes my chest hurt… does your chest ever hurt like that? where it just feels like a black hole slowly eating you up till there’s nothing left inside, but you can’t tell anyone cause you’re scared if what they’ll think, so you don’t tell anyone but it just gets worse and worse and͈̟͔̭̳ ̺̞̖̳̫w̭͙o̘̮ṟ̮̟͖͎s̲͔e͍̤͚͎̦͖ *he hugs himself, letting out a shakey breath*

*frowns deeply* Take a breath, Max. It’s okay. I understand…That’s the worst feeling. But Max, if you
don’t feel good you should tell someone that you trust. Maybe your camp
counselor – ‘counselor’ is in their job descriptions, after all.

but i don’t know any of the camp counselors let alone trust them! i mean, aside from Jen, Daniel, and you, i don’t really know any adults! *his breathing quickens * and it’s hard to trust people when at least half the people you talk too have

k̼̩͕͕̝i͓̬l̟̱̼̞̰̬l̹̭͖̮̬̦e̞̜͉̯d͔̺̥̯͕ ̯̙̭̯̥̮y̥̪̱̟̙o̩u̟ ̫̞ͅͅa͉͍̺̥̰ț͔̮̠ ͙̹̩so̳͙̗m̟̱̥̬͙̘e͖̠̪̫ ͎͕p̳̹͕͇̥o͉̻̦͕͓̜i̙̖̯̦̩n͚͉t͖̫͚̙͙̘ͅ!̟̤ 

i̻̤ ̦̼̘͍ͅm̬̖̰e͔͍͔̗͔̥̦̭a̭̟͖̠̯n̰̹̰̣̜̞ ̭h̺̺̣̟̘o̬͈w͙͓̗ ̣̰̺̩̦̺͇d͍͎͙͔̪͉̬o̱͎̦͚̫̝ ̱̹̦y̞̯͇̝̞̞͍̻͔o͈̭͍̻̫̩̣̟̮u̩͇͙ ͙̟d̺͚̬̹̰̫͉͚e͔̖̪͍̪̦̩̹a̩͓l̹̝̳̥͉̼̭ ͈̮̰̜̥ͅw̱̰̫̫i̘͉̪͙͎̜ṯ̗̱̝̣̖͙ͅh̦̗͖̞ ̣̮̯̳͚͖͓s̭̳o͎̬͙̯͈ͅm̮̰̗͍͔e̟̲̯͔t̻͈͉h͈̪͎̜̱̫̗i͈̮̺ṇ̳͔̙̙̫̳ͅg̗̝̹͚ ̗̦̰̜̼͙̣͍l̹̩͉̯̮̭̜i̲̰k̰̹̖̯̼̭͕͍e̺ ͈͓̮͓͖̩͕͖̼t̮̻̟͇͔̫ͅh̭̹̲̣̬̹̦a͙̱ṯ̻?̫͔͈͉̮̮̯!̠̩͎ 

I – Max, Max, it’s okay! Calm down, buddy. *he kneels down*
Max, it’s okay. No, I’m not going to say I understand about people trying to
kill me or anything – I don’t know how to deal with that Max, I’m sorry… But I
wanna help you, buddy. With the shadow people, with everything.

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*he
chuckled slightly* honestly, i don’t know what’ll do.. but i-it’s more…
i don’t really want to go outside ? *he lowers his voice* t-their
always outside..

They? Who’s they?

* he glances at the floor, muttering* the.. shadow people…

The… shadow people… uh, okay. Um, Max? Has there been a mysterious fog that appeared that you know of? One that turns people into shadows, perhaps? *he hasn’t seen anything but he wondered if it was the same event from Night Vale.*

f-fog? *he thinks for a minute before shaking his head* not that i know of… why?

Oh. It’s just… never mind, then – it’s not important. So…
the shadow people you see… are they harmful?

well.. they weren’t before but now they… t-they’ve been saying weird things…

What sort of things, Max?

*he looks at the ground again, nervously pulling at his hoodie* … th-.. they tell me who’s going to die next a-and then that person dies… they a-also said i have to follow them o-or bad things will happen…

*Carlos is distressed by this. He needed to do research and
try to figure out what was going on* How long has this been going on, Max?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

yeah… it usually starts moving after i eat.. but it has been awhile.. am i really cold? *he tilts his head abit*

Yeah… or, at least colder than me. Wow… this is really
strange. *he scoffs at himself* Sorry, sorry, I’m just… confused, and in awe.

really? *he looks kinda surprised as he holds his arm close to his chest. he fixes the bandages* i don’t think anyones ever been ‘in awe’ at this…

Well… the way I see it you’re not really dead. Like, you are, but you’re still able to talk and think
and stuff. This is fascinating… grisly, but fascinating.

huh *he smiled slightly as he hopped off the bed* well… thanks i guess ? it’s weird though, knowing you could die at any given moment and it wouldn’t mean anything, not really.. *he wondered off to the door and waited for Carlos*

*Carlos follows him, feeling better about things now that he
knows Max is okay… more or less.* How long have you been like this, Max?

… just about all summer i think… which reminds me, i still have to find a place to stay after summer.. that’ll be fun… speaking of fun, wanna go hunting with me?

Uh… *there was a lot of stuff that Carlos wanted to respond
to, but one thing at a time* Hunting? Don’t you need tags and stuff?

what i need is food, and normal food doesn’t work anymore…. i’m kinda like a zombie in that way

Ah, I see… I suppose. I still think you might need tags or
you’d get in trouble though… I’m pretty sure poaching on this land is illegal.
Some rich guy owns it or something.

mr campbell? eh, he won’t miss a few squirrels… one time i caught a bird! *he smiles* i was careful enough and i got to keep the skull! after that i tried to glue it to the wall but it got stuck to my hand… *he chuckles* … as much as it may sound like it, i don’t actually like killing, but if i don’t i black out and hurt people

Uh, wh-what? Have you… given hot dogs a try? They’re
relatively cheap and they’re still made of meat. Kind of.

not.. that i can remember? but i think that’s mostly cause i don’t have any money … why are hospitals so expensive?

Are… they still trying to get money out of a dead boy? Wait…
I suppose if they could still charge you, of course they would. I can pick up a
packet of hot-dogs next time I go to town, if you’d like. And maybe a fishing
license too, now that I think about it. That way things would be a bit more
legal here. *he hums, contemplating* I’d need to get some tackle and a pole too…

you need a license to fish? i thought that was just for driving… *he looked up at the other* and the hospitals don’t know i’m dead, aside from a handful of people in camp and you, no one knows about me

That’s… all kinds of messed up. About the hospitals, I mean.
*he sighs* Well, about the fish – yeah, you need a license. Otherwise there’s
no limit on how many fish people can get and then the lake will no longer have
fish in it. A license is just a word for an ‘I’m allowed to do this’ paper.

huh… so how do you get one? do you have to get every time you want to fish?

No, it lasts for a few months. then you can get like four fish per day. You just have to get bait and tackle. It’ll do until you get home. Do… do your parents know about this whole… *he gestures at Max*

my parents… i don’t think they’ll care, and honestly, i don’t care what they think cause i’m never going back to them again *he crossed his arms angrily*

*Carlos is just confused. But he then got a little angry.
What could his parents have done to make him believe that* They wouldn’t care
that you’d been in a fatal… event?

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

yeah… it usually starts moving after i eat.. but it has been awhile.. am i really cold? *he tilts his head abit*

Yeah… or, at least colder than me. Wow… this is really
strange. *he scoffs at himself* Sorry, sorry, I’m just… confused, and in awe.

really? *he looks kinda surprised as he holds his arm close to his chest. he fixes the bandages* i don’t think anyones ever been ‘in awe’ at this…

Well… the way I see it you’re not really dead. Like, you are, but you’re still able to talk and think
and stuff. This is fascinating… grisly, but fascinating.

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*laughs* hell fucking no, dude

*he
wakes up, almost jolting upright, shoving Carlos’ hands away and
pushing himself back* n-no! *fear and panic clear on his til he slowly
realizes where he is*

*Carlos blinks at the kid, surprised, but he relaxes
slightly.* Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay… how are you feeling?

… *he brings his knees to his chest, looking upset* i feel like shyt… where are we?

At the nurse’s cabin. I’m gonna call an ambulance – unless you’re
feeling okay enough for me to drive you to the hospital?

*his eyes widen* h-hospital ? nononono no hospitals! *he scoots back on the bed*

*blinks* Max, buddy, you’re obviously deathly ill. And for
some asinine reason you had alcohol. You
have to be checked over.

for the l-last time, I. AM. DEAD! look- *he pulls off the bandages on his neck, showing off a large scar* see? and that was just one of the time i’ve died…

*sputters, shocked at the sight. He felt a little sick too*
Jesus – what the hell happened??