I'm going to have to change the rules slightly.
4PM is end of voting, 5PM(or around) is narration.
Anyway...
Whispers throughout the camp are all that was heard. People seemed calm or at least hiding their fear. Small groups formed between trusted comrades: Management in one, office staff in another, and truck drivers in a third. But the whispers all pointed to Dann, the lone intern. He’s been interning for the last 5 years. He would have made management by now had it not been for the typo on his paperwork that had intern as his job title instead of his status. Simply asking about it would have prompted the HR Director, Wendy, to search his files, find the error, and fix it. But he lacked the ambition to do such a small thing.
Every group he poured coffee for, he heard their chat about him: How he was a loner, a screw up, wasted space…. nothing kind. It was decided by majority that Dann, the loner, would be the most likely wolf among them. Having been at the same job for 5 years, being bullied and pushed around, he’s the one who would likely go postal. The group gathered around Dann, cornering him near the fire pit.
“Dann” Wendy started “First I want to say that your services over the last 5 years has been greatly appreciated. Your coffee was always our favorite.”
“But” interrupted Thork “we think you’re the greatest threat here and we want you gone.”
Dann was shocked. “What? But I’m not a wolf. I’m just an intern. How can I threaten any of you?”
“Because you’re the one we can’t trust. You’ve been an intern for 5 years and that means you’ve got to be screwed up in the head.” Roundy spat. Having worked in middle management for years his tough attitude towards his employees made them fear him more so than respect or like. And none dared to talk back.
“Screwed up? Screwed up!?” Dann’s blood boiled. He threw the tin of coffee at the ground. “Listen to me you pompous ass. I’ve been busting my butt for this company for 5 years. I’ve made you coffee, giving you foot massages, and kissed your disgusting asses and THIS is how you repay me? Well Fuck you!”
Dann grabbed a stick from the fire and waved it around, causing the crowd to back away.
“Fire me will you? How about I fire you?” Dan waved the flaming stick around, wildly swinging.
It was this time that a loud roar erupted from the bear that had wandered into the camp site. Everyone ran away from it, hiding behind Dann as the bear moved closer. But Dann’s anger was not to be quelled by fear.
“Oh perfect, just what we need, a fucking bear. And all you pussies are too fucking scared to do anything. “
The Bear roared again, this time looking right at Dann holding the flaming stick.
“Oh? You wanna go Smokey? Bring it you fat ass!”
Dann charged the bear, screaming loudly. He swung the flaming stick at the bear’s head and made contact, burning the bear’s eye. It Stood up and roared but Dann stabbed it in the gut. Fueled by Adrenaline and hate the stick got stuck in the bear and its flesh and fur slowly burned. It smacked Dann hard across his face, sending him into a tree. Blood trickled down his face but Dann got back up and leapt at the bear, who was back down on all fours, crying out in pain as the fire slowly spread. He grabbed it’s neck and tried to pull it down but the bear. It lost its balance and both Dann and the Bear rolled into the pile of dry leaves and sticks that Dann had collected earlier for the fire. The smoldering fur and skin sparked the dry leaves and it erupted into a blaze, consuming both the bear and Dann.
By the time the fires had died down, the campers looked at the unidentifiable remains of Dann and a bear out of disbelief.
“I… I don’t believe it. He saved us.” Gaydafi said, “He… he was so brave.” She began to weep.
“So….” said Thork without any hint of sympathy, “Can anyone make coffee?”
Dann was not a wolf.
It is night. Wolf Copier, send me your kill. Brown Noser, send me your stalk.