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my arms could handle it, so I came up with the simplest thing I could.
    “It’s going to be ok. You’re safe now.” I didn’t realy know if that were true or not, but at this point it didn’t realy matter. She wasn’t trapped in that van anymore, so that was an improvement for her.
    “We gotta go,” Carter said as he came around the back of the Bronco. “Holy shit!” he stopped in his tracks as soon as he spotted the girl in my arms. “It realy was a person. What happened?”
    “Carter I don’t think she can realy talk about it right now.” I directed his attention toward the body on the ground, but he stil wasn’t getting it. I then made a mental note to harass my brother about how dense he was.
    The girl and I crawled into the back seat and she leaned against the side of the Bronco, silently crying. As Carter hopped into the driver’s seat he looked back at us.
    “Is she ok?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. He looked at the girl for a moment then started the Bronco. I wasn’t quite sure if he was glad we had found someone or not.
    As we drove past the van I looked out the window and saw what had made the van flip. A giant hairy mass lay contorted in the road. They must have hit it I thought. I saw Carter look at me in the rear view mirror and I knew he had seen it too. Another terrifying beast to add to his book, but the more we added to it, the more I could tel he was starting to get realy scared. We were al starting to get realy scared.
    After about forty-five minutes, the girl had falen asleep. I looked down at her and tried to softly pul away the hair that clung to her face, revealing tracks of tears that trailed down her dirty face. She couldn’t be much younger than myself, I thought, maybe fourteen or fifteen.
    There were cuts and bruises on her arms and I felt an overwhelming urge to protect her. Realizing what she much have gone through, watching her mother get eaten by those demons. I couldn’t imagine the horror she must have felt. It made me think of Carter. He was the one that found our father and I knew that the image of that would haunt him the rest of his life. He had saved me from that pain.
    It was late one night when we had heard the sounds of our neighbors screaming and my Dad rushed over there to help them. Carter held me back as I chased after my father begging him not to go and begging him to take me with him, to let me help.
    But our Dad never came back that night, or that morning. We waited and waited and after two days Carter went next door to find him. I stayed in my room until I heard the sounds of Carter in the backyard and saw the contorted mass wrapped under a blue tarp lying on the ground beside him. We buried our father that day and neither Carter nor I ever went into the backyard again.
    The crackling sound of gravel under tires shook me out of my trance and I saw that we had puled off the road onto a long driveway and passed a large wooden sign that read, “Camp Bug Juice” with the motto “Live, Laugh, Learn” painted underneath and bordered with a rainbow of handprints. It was strange to see something so cheerful after I had visited such a painful memory.
    Max and Carter whispered as they tried to decide where we should stay. They had agreed upon a cabin near the camp office labeled the Eagle’s Roost.
    “Abby you two stay here while we take a quick look around okay?”
    “Okay, but be careful Carter. This place is kind of creepy.” I looked around and noticed that al the buildings had funny names like Rabbit Hole or Bear Holow. It was ironic how a place that would otherwise be ful of fun and happiness could look so ominous. It was winter when everything happened, so most likely there was no one here. I tried, but I could not find a drop of blood anywhere. The thought should have comforted me but it didn’t.
    “Where are we?” the girl asked sitting up.
    “Somewhere in Montana, I think, at a summer camp. We are going to stay here for the night,” I said