All Chapters of TRIALS OF THE LIVING DEAD(BOOK 1) : Camp Of Death: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Trials Of The Living Dead •°• Lila kept looking back as the car drove on. She couldn't help fearing that someone had found out the missing jewels and sent word out to track them. Roger most have noticed her agitation, because he let out a disgusted grunt.  "Would you calm down already. Stop looking like you just saw a ghost."  Lila scowled at her boyfriend. "How do you want me to be calm. We just stole my aunt's most priced possessions, and we're running away to only God knows where." Roger's expression softened. He was still very much irritated, but he still needed the girl, he had to be careful. It had been hard work convincing her to steal her aunt's expensive jewelries - stones and gold worth thousands of dollars. But he now had the sack of riches stored in the boot of his car, hidden in a huge sack of potatoes. Now, once he was through with the girl,

Trials Of The Living Dead  •°• Sam glared at his mother. "Not gonna happen." Lauren sighed. "It's only for a week. Give it a try."  "A week with that bastard? Never!" She heaved another sigh. "Whatever Andy did to you that is making you angrier than usual, forgive it. He's your brother Sam." Lauren tried to hide her irritation as Sam glowered at her. They had been on it for thirty minutes - Lauren convincing Sam to attend the summer camp, and Sam arguing why he should not.    "Why are you on his side?" He whined.    "I'm not on anyone's side, because both of you are wrong." Lauren snapped.  Sam turned a deep red. Why did everybody always have to support Andy. He wasn't the villain, Andy was. But the sneaky snake could hide that fun fact from anybody

Trials Of The Living Dead  •°• Eminent motioned to the main cabin. "Come on, we'll get you all signed up in here." The inside was very plain. Long wooden benches and chairs served as the dining hall. In front, below the mantle was a hearth. The cabin was ancient, something you would see in classic cartoons like sleeping beauty.  Eminent pointed to a door at the conner of the room.  "There's my office. Follow me." They entered his modest office. It was more equipped than the hall, but just as simple. Eminent's office was made of a desk, a chair, and a shelf pressed to the wall. Everything was wooden apart from the desktop computer and books stacked neatly in the shelf.  Papers were sprawled all over the desk, and Sam strained his neck to see what they were. He was able to read the heading of a newspaper.&n