<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KOImXuU.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney Jones</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 4.22.22 | June 4th, 6:50pm | Clearing | <strong>CJ</strong>, <strong>Danica</strong>, <strong>Faith</strong>, <strong>Felix</strong>, <strong>Layne</strong>, <strong>Liam</strong>, <strong>Lorelei</strong></span><hr/><br/>It was nice to see everyone getting along, Courtney thought. The tents had steadily come up, water and firewood was gathered aplenty, and Liam gets a thankful smile for the peaceful music. As the fire gets built, burgers are brought out from the coolers along with buns, condiments, toppings, and, Courtney's personal favorite,<em>hotdogs</em>!<br/><br/>Even hearing the fat pop and the smell of smoke makes her smile, and she sits back to grill a dog on a stick and listen to the campers share stories. Her previous unease has seemingly vanished, and she's laughing at something Layne had said and simply enjoying the energy of the evening. Sure it wasn't a long hike by her standards, but it was still a trek carrying as much as they had. That, and not all of them were used to the physical exertion.<br/><br/>By the end of the summer, she hopes to have converted a few of them.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://assets.vogue.com/photos/58916dd223f9887c0e0e0fbd/1:1/w_612,h_612,c_limit/17-hailey-baldwin.jpg)</div>Unfortunately all good things come to an end, and her instincts end up proven right. Just as Courtney is about to get up to flip the burgers, there's an ear-piercing scream. A woman comes<em>sprinting</em>out from the tree-line, gibbering and yelling. "Help! Please, God, help me!" Her tone is filled with terror, and there's an expression of sheer panic upon her face; it's a face that was, at one point, probably quite pretty. Now unfortunately, mucus and tears have smeared her makeup and left her a blotchy mess. Her dress, too, seems to have been half-torn to shreds, as if she were attacked by a wild monster.<br/><br/>She looks back to the tree-line once and ends up tripping, crying out. "Please, don't let it get me! There's a m-monster..." She sobs, covering her face with her hands.<br/><br/>As soon as Courtney realizes what's happening she's getting up and barking orders, commandingly taking the lead. She ain't her Daddy's daughter for nothin'. "Someone get her a coat and some water, and put that fire out. Watch the trees and stay here, I'm getting the emergency radio in my tent," Courtney barks. Her heart bleeds for the poor girl, but if she's wounded they're going to need a medic, and if she's not but there's a bear or something out there attacking campers, then they need that dealt with immediately. She's sure as squirrel shit not just leaving it be, not when she can help and make sure<em>every</em>camper is safe. "Stick together!" is the last thing she throws over her shoulder, ducking inside her tent to dig for the radio.<br/><br/>But Courtney doesn't come out of her tent. A minute passes, then two. Anyone listening hears nothing. When someone finally gets impatient--or worried--enough to open the tent, they'd find the back-half of the tent has apparently been ripped open. Courtney is there, still as stone. Not the stillness of death, but<em>actual</em>stone. Anyone that touches her or tries to move her finds that Counselor Courtney has literally become a statue, her face frozen in an expression of pure shock.