I've never been a "tough" kid. I've always been a nerd, preferring books over sports. So during the fateful summer of 2016 when my new stepdad insisted that I join the boyscouts and "become a man", I balked. Ok I didn't just balk, I pled with my mom not to make me go. I'm ashamed to admit I cried too. But I still got on the bus.

I guess the only reason I'm alive is because I had to take a piss.

I had ventured a little deeper into the woods to water the trees, just because I didn't want one of the guys sneaking up on me. On my way back to the tents I glimpsed the worlds ugliest dog. It was crouched on its haunches, its gray body nearly hairless. Its skin loosely hanging on its skeletal form. It kept just ahead of me, scurrying closer to the campsite as if leading the way. "Here boy!" I had called. Trying to coax it closer. It had glanced back at me, it's teeth catching the moonlight.

Let me be clear, I am a city kid and have never had a dog of my own.

But a dog wouldn't have slaughtered eleven kids in the woods and then led a scared teenager back to the massacre. It was almost... proud of itself.