The answer ripped through them with it's searing hotness. What? Then another answer ripped through them. It rebutted every thought John had in their head. John turned, trying to find cover, but more pieces of lead hit their back. They fell to their knees, and hands. They put a hand to their stomach,...

"Oh, what's up? You need help? I heard shots - we should probably leave!" John picked up their pace. A thought that maybe this was the shooter crossed their mind, and needed to get closer to see if this was the shooter. They gripped the shovel a bit tighter. "So, what's your name?"

Ting, ting. John playfully tapped one of the gravestones with their shovel. Not really thinking about being particularly quiet. I mean, it's a big graveyard. The chances of someone hearing must've been close to zero. They looked around, and maybe saw the glimpse of someone. They walked towards them...

John continued walking, against their own warnings, deeper into the graveyard. Towards the source of the noise. They felt like there needed to be a hero in this place. Not a hero, no. John just wanted to help. That's all they ever wanted to do. And if they needed to hurt someone to protect someone e...

[[John stepped in from a bit of a walk.]] And they heard a noise, so they went to investigate. Sticking to trees, and whatever cover there was, they moved low and slow. A gunshot - it was definitely a gunshot. John knew this kind of curiosity killed cats - heh, get it, their favorite animal - but at...

Suddenly Kathleen felt cold. Cold in a...hot way. Time felt as if it slowed down, as all the air in her lungs were forced out of her body, as the bullet cracked through her ribs, and put a hole in her left lung. She felt completely aware of everything that was happening - and exactly what's going wr...

"Great! Awesome! We got stuff too - we're all happy to help you if you're hurt! I-I'm sure we know some first aid..!" Pulling, pulling, heaving, and panting. Heavy ass. Kat finally pulls her new friend out of the hole, standing by her. "We're back by the Research Station. What's your ...

And...pull!

"Alright. I have...friends nearby! Fuck, you carrying rocks in your backpack or something?"

And just keep on pulling until Kat pulls her new friend up.

"Okay, okay. Grab my hand!"

Kathleen lays on the ground, giving herself leverage, and puts a hand down the hole to Jezzie.

"Let's go. Quick! We're in the open and I-I, well, you know! People!"

Oh shit. Oh...shit!

"Okay, okay! Keep talking! Keep making sound, I'm coming over to you!"

Kathleen would continue to follow the voices before, finally, peaking over the side of the hole.

"Are you alright? Hurt at all?!"

((...walking a while, before being attracted to someones cries.)) Kathleen continued on with her friends. She decided to stop by, hearing what she thought was somebodies cries. She cupped her hands. Stammered. "Eh-uh-" And yelled- "Where are you?! I hear you!!" Kat had an itch in...

"Alright We'll be back. I promise. Going to look around."

She nodded to Connie, before turning...

She did not wait for Ellis to follow.

((...and continuing on..))

Another announcement, another day. Yeah. You know how it goes.

"Ellis, uh." A big yawn.

"Wake up, we uh..uhm. Oh, uh, thanks for the fire and uhm...I think we'd better keep moving.."

((...One John enters)) You know, at some point John loved to camp. But the camp ahead was less comforting, and more foreboding. Back when they were younger, camping was a comfort. With friends, family. Not a phone in sight - yes, like all those memes. For a moment, they felt...weird. Strange? No, no...

I am heroing my final kid, John Kieran, in return for Claire Haig.

Time to do many deaths. Send me your worst.