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[code]The Campsite - Female Cabins.[/code][hr]

Scott’s roar shot through Penny’s head like a piercing migraine, but she did not relent on the makeshift flamethrower. With each step he took towards her she took two back, always ready for the swing, the distant worry of the can exploding in her hands pushed to the back of her mind. Scott’s yelling was drowned out by the blaring of a horn, and from her peripheries she could see the headlight’s of Dexter’s car glowing bright. Good idea. Really wished he would have gone through with it before she had put herself within chopping distance. Her eyes narrowed; her head buzzed. The car was accelerating faster than it should’ve, but if she jumped now—the vehicle flew past her as she dived to the ground, pinning Scott into a tree.

It should’ve killed him.

Her lighter and hairspray disappeared into the tall grass as she ate dirt, her arms and knees catching her fall. Pushing herself up with a curse, she felt her vision momentarily swim. She could see a girl...Claire, right? Claire jogged over to Evel Knievel himself as he tried to stand up after his little stunt that, possibly, probably, most definitely saved Penny’s life. For a moment, Penny’s vision blurred, and it was as if she was witnessing a ghost image of Claire reaching Dexter before it even happened. Rubbing her eyes, Penny helped herself up. She was dirty but, aside from slight dizziness and a few scratches, rather unharmed—disregarding her burnt fingertips and loss of a thirty dollar bottle of hairspray.

“No shit,” she said in response to Zoey, following after the other girls as they made their way back to the female cabins. 

Billy had watched the entire encounter through the edge of the blinds on the window. He had wanted to stop his sister from what he had thought would’ve been utter suicide, but something had held him back. Literally, he had seen in the reflection of the window a shadow figure appear from behind him and lock its arms around him; yet instead of freaking out and shouting in fear he had felt an extreme calm come over him, as if he had just taken a hit of some fantastic weed. It told him that everything would be alright and that there was no need for him to do anything. Everything worked itself out in the end. He remained, almost transfixed, it that state of elevation until Penny ripped open the door and held it for Claire and Zoey to drag Dexter inside. 

“Is that dude okay?” said Billy, snapping out of his stupor.

Penny ignored his question. His sister leaned against the wall, her eyes tightly closed and a look that he recognized as one of her hiding pain on her face. He had learned lately that if he saw that face the best thing to do was to not ask. It always led to an argument, and getting into a shouting match wasn’t the best idea at the moment. He jumped with the others while the door creaked open, but was hit with a wave a relief as Britney entered and formed an escape plan with the others. His body tensed ever so slightly as they heard the noises from the next cabin over. 

“I can get the boats set up,” he suggested. He motioned for his two friends and they made their way out the door.

“Wow. So brave. We should, like, give you a medal or something,” muttered Penny, her eyes still closed. A permanent frown had been fixed on her face since she heard the ruckus that could only mean that Scott Reese was somehow back. Pushing herself off of the wall, she slowly opened her eyes. The world had stopped stuttering. She assumed that whatever chems from the aerosol seemed to no longer be bothering her. Rubbing her wrists, she turned to the other girls.

“I’ll go spread the word. You bitches make sure that your boytoy there,” she nodded towards Dexter, “makes it to the boats in one piece. I still gotta chew him out for almost killing me. And make sure my lousy, piece of shit excuse for a brother doesn’t leave without the rest of us.”

With that she headed out the door and began the short walk to the boy’s cabin. She had no weapon with her. If it was Reese terrorizing the other kids, she doubted that anything she could do would be able to stop a beast capable of surviving a car wreck that would’ve paralyzed anyone else. Spread the word and run, that was the plan. She quickened her pace as she saw two girls, one limping, the other supporting her, exit the cabin, breaking into a light jog to catch up to them.

“The bridge is out. Take her to the boathouse,” said Penny, grabbing Kimberly lightly by the arm. Her eyes snapped to the cabin as she heard the sound of wood being split. As she took off for the door she spun around and shouted behind her, “Spread the word.”

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[code]The Campsite - Male Cabins.[/code][hr]

He was here. He was here to kill them. The girl she was helping bolted, grabbing her friend and leaving the others behind. Leaving Rita behind. Of course they’d leave her behind. None of them knew her. Even the nice girl—Tuyen—was being dragged away by somebody else. Martin was using himself as bait, and they were letting it happen. They were letting him get himself killed. Rita tried to cry out, tried to react, but she couldn’t do anything. Her legs had turned to jelly and she slumped against the wall, shrinking into herself as she awaited to hear the sound of metal splitting meat. 

Instead she heard a thunk and felt someone pull her up off of the ground. She whimpered and peeked out through her fingers that were covering her eyes. A blonde girl in a muddy dress gripping what looked like a splintered, wooden stake began to drag her towards the back door, taking just a moment to whisper “boathouse” into the ear of the man helping Tuyen. Rita allowed herself to be pulled along, the touch of the other woman bringing some strength back to her legs. She leaned against Penny as she felt the fresh air touch her skin; it was only when they had reached the outdoors that Rita realized that the blonde had been whispering to her the entire time.

“...I know it’s scary and it seems impossible, but you fucking got to pull yourself together and make it the rest of the way yourself, okay? You’ve made it this far, and it may not feel like it, but you’re strong, really, you’re strong. You’ll make it there if you head that way for a few minutes. Just keep running and don’t look back, okay. My brother Billy will be there. He’s an idiot and an asshole, but he’ll help you get to safety.  After I make sure those two are fine I’ll be right behind you. You got this. Just go.”

Rita nodded, breathed, and went.

Penny watched the mousy girl for a second to make sure she could move on her own. Then, her hand tightening on the splintered piece of door that she had to defend herself, she turned to go back inside to help Min with Tuyen before Reese’s bloodthirst turned towards them. She closed her eyes as she counted to three, and then walked through the threshold—the world buzzing with movement around her.