Survival Of The Fittest

"Yeah!" she said, almost yelling in Angelo's face.

"We -- It was Tull, Dawn, Jacob. The cool Jacob, not the shitty gremlin one," she rambled.

Mildred rounded on Kathleen.

"You think I'm fuckin blind!? You think I didn't notice Mr. Raspberry Jam on the fuckin' floor?! You think I think he's taking a really messy fuckin nap?! There's nothing we can do for him! What if the murderer is still around?! We need to go back and get the rest so we have a roll deep posse in case we round a corner and run into Ghost Face!"

With a shaking, cold hand, Mildred grabbed Angelo and started running back the way they had come.

((Mildred continued in It's Not Like I Like You))

Blank. Scared. Fear. Yelling.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Kathleen was frozen for a second before deciding to follow Mildred and Angelo out.

Fucking hell, wait for me!!!

((Kathleen continued elsewhere))

"Wait just a- whoa!" Angelo had no choice but to stagger along for a few steps until he was able to keep pace with Mildred. It was that or let her yank his arm out of its socket, and he was lopsided enough already, please and thank you.

"Come on!" He called over his shoulder to Kathleen. His head felt fuzzy, like the weed was starting to kick in, which frankly was just kind of really lame no matter how you sliced it. His body wasn't pumping enough adrenaline at the sight of a dead body to keep him sober, and also, the sight of a dead body was going to wreck his first-ever high.

Also they might all get shanked or something at any moment, there was that too.

"Where are we even going!?"

((Angelo Lee continued in It's Not Like I Like You))