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Dexter took a sharp step backwards as a stone connected with Scott's cheek and sent him stumbling and cursing away. At this point, his presence was more for Scott's protection than it was for Claire and Zoeys- and Scott really seemed to be asking for it, so he let him dig his own grave. Scott collapsed and with the immediate threat gone, Dexter turned his attention back to Zoey and Claire- who was giving him his flask back. If his eyebrows could've gone any higher, they would've, because he had no idea that Claire actually had his flask. Today just seemed to be his day.

[color=gold]"Much appreciated."[/color] Dexter commented, taking the flask back and feeling it's weight. It was definitely empty now- he looked up to Claire, who flashed him a wry smile. Dexter smirked and shook his head, seems he'd have to worry more about Claire than Hagan. He rand his fingers along the brand of his last name on the leather sleeve to be sure and pocketed the flask. Scott brought his attention away from his friends as he attempted to get up. Dexter sighed stepped over, looping his arm under one of Scott's and pulling him partially up only for Scott to hastily shove him off once he regained his footing and awkwardly limp-run into the woods. The three of them didn't move until the crunching sounds of Scott's footsteps on the dead leaves and sticks became inaudible. As the sounds of the forest returned, Dexter spoke up again.

[color=gold]"Lets get back to the fire. As much as I'd hate to say it, I'd like to have Hagan around if Scott shows up again."[/color] Dexter didn't like the idea of being in the woods after this incident. Scott had his pride injured, was likely somewhat inebriated, and was desperate. They were open from all angles and he just did not want to run into Scott again- especially if they were on Scott's terms. He straightened his leather coat and trudged off with Claire and the group at his shoulders. The silence of the walk back was soon filled with more conversation between the three, but was quickly cut short again by the sound of footsteps. Dexter stopped and turned in case it was Scott, but relaxed when Karma's figure materialized through the dark. She had seen what happened, and wanted to see how they were doing. [color=gold]"We're getting back to the fire right now actually. I dont want to be in the woods with Scott out there in case he get a bad idea and finds a, uh... bigger rock."[/color]

And so they became a party of four. Karma didn't seem too interested in speaking to anyone aside from Claire, which was fine with Dexter- they were only another ten minutes or so walk away. Dexter decided to take his phone out and message Britney since he hadn't heard from her in a bit. Would be worth letting her know to steer clear of the woods. He glanced at the time at the top of his phone- 9:15.

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=wheat]Brit[/color]
[code]With Claire and Zoey rn. Scott tried putting something dangerous- sent him packing. He's somewhere in the woods right now.
 Be careful.[/code]
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By 9:30, they were getting close to the campsite- but instead of laughter, there were screams. The group moved at a quickened state and climbed a small but steep hill as they approached the fire. Dexter was the first up. They were still forty or so feet away from the fire, but as Dexter gained higher ground he caught sight of a huge figure just as it brought an axe down on a woman. The audible, and sickening crack and slumping sound that followed made Dexter's stomach lurch. He averted his head very quickly, losing his bearings and sliding down the hill. He stumbled away and steadied himself on a tree. His vision was fuzzy, and his stomach was weak. His hand trailed up to his stomach in an attempt to stabilize his stomach- which felt like it was doing back flips. It was for naught though, because the contents of his stomach seemed intent to vacate the premises after witnessing a murder. The axe man had likely heard him, too. He spat the remnants of puke out of his mouth and looked up to the group.

[color=gold]"Get to the cars, now!"[/color]