Story

  One day a boy named Harsh was walking out of camp past curphiw. While the clueless boy was walking away from the camp in the plateau, he heard some noises in the forest. Harsh, the curious boy he was, walked into the forest, only minutes away from camp. As the boy walked into the dark, misty forest, Harsh heard sticks cracking, louder and louder as he was getting closer. The boy walked with extreme silence, until he fell into a hole. It was a trap. The boy was panicking, and as soon as he turned around he spotted a half eaten, pale skinned dead body. Harsh was screaming for help, and then a dark brown, torn clothed zombie jumped on the frightened young boy. The next morning, the boy's mother searched all over for him. The mother found footsteps leading into the forest, as she followed the steps she spotted her son, but this time he was crying blood with his half eaten face and red eyes.

Moral of story: Don't leave camp past curphiw.