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[Some would call this "the calm before the storm." A good four, maybe five hours before the countdown hits zero, and camp itself is rather . . . peaceful, in some respects. Perhaps even too quiet, as campers and counselors and alien interlopers either prepare for combat or make their way to underground safehouses. The air is cool, still, and the heat isn't that overbearing for a mid-August day. Even Marcy, sitting atop her silo, seems to be rather subdued as the clock ticks down.
What are you doing this afternoon?]
What are you doing this afternoon?]