The first few days at camp didn't seem much better than those out in the real world. Sure Alex had more food than he could eat and a constant roof to sleep under, but the daily failure of trying to control his powers wasn't getting any easier to handle. The instructors reminded him often that expecting to gain complete control of ones powers in just a few days was never expected and that he was doing really well. Alex didn't see it. After hours every day he could still feel the radiation hanging around him and watch the grass under his feet shrivel and die.

He spent most of his time alone in his own cabin were no one would be harmed by his uncontrolled powers. At least that's what he felt, the camp really wasn't that full and there was no need for anyone to share yet. The only interaction with others he sought out was for meals, even those he avoided the busier times. 

After a week and a half he still had no friends. New people came in every so often and they seemed not to have any trouble finding friends. Most of them even seemed to be enjoying themselves. Alex just couldn't understand that. How could anyone be happy anymore the world was so awful, at least the world he knew had been. 

So he sat on the steps to his cabin. Dark hood pulled over his head despite the warmth of the day, hoping for a reason to keep trying to appear and fix all his problems.