Nights in Lemoyne were no easier than the days, Kiera found. Blistering sunlight morphed into blistering darkness with no mercy. Positive that the rest of the camp was asleep, she decided she would take a walk to the small pond tucked away in the woods that surrounded Clemens Point and take a dip in the cool water.

Kiera was floating mindlessly on her back - long, mousy-brown locks of hair framing her face - when she heard the sound of a twig snapping. With a yelp and a scrabble to her feet, she yelped out, "Who's- who's there!?"