Nina
Jessica, Lori and I had begun setting up camp not far from where the businessman had been murdered when I heard twigs and leaves crunching in the forest.
Someone was coming.
“Oh my god,” Jessica complained as she fiddled with her tent poles, “this is impossible! Lori, I need help!”
“Guys,” I said, but they didn’t hear me.
“I just helped you two minutes ago,’ Lori said, standing and walking over to Jessica with her hands on her hips while Jessica whined.
“Shh!” I said, which made them finally go quiet. “Do you hear that?”
My heart raced as I listened to the footsteps. They were getting louder, and definitely headed directly for our camp. I glanced over at my tent, which had the shotgun inside- 11 I could just get over there before anything bad happened.
“Hello?” a male voice called out from the woods.
I knew that voice anywhere; it was Enzo.
And hearing it didn’t make me any less terrified.
He stepped out into the clearing, holding a bundle of firewood with a backpack on his back and a big, stupid grin on his face.
“Oh, hey!” he said, as if he hadn’t followed us out here. I knew I should’ve stopped Luke! “Fancy seeing. you ladies here!”
“What a surprise!” Jessica said, practically squealing with delight. Despite what she had said in the cafeteria the other day about Enzo, she couldn’t hide her fangirl nature around him.
only continued inching toward my tent in silence, trying to get closer to the shotgun in case Enzo suddenly decided that we knew too much and that he’d need to kill us, just like he did with
me just as I was about to reach into the tent for the shotgun, his eyes
should camp
growled, glancing
fun. You’d be okay with
all of our morals, but her nonchalance toward him in the cafeteria the other day made me wonder now if he was using some
manipulating Jessica into inviting him
now. Regardless of what I said, he would. find
response,
to our fire pit and setting down the firewood he had so nonchalantly collected
in…
sort of game was Enzo playing
could ask, Enzo
me,
which I shrugged in return. There was no use discussing it
sorry,” Jessica said. “I don’t know
it is,’ Lori growled, stomping back over to her tent and continuing to set it
said, knowing that it wasn’t
all be dead in the
much to my
a quiet “Hey”, and quickly looked away as
spot next to Lori’s tent, unaware that he would be barking up the wrong tree if he
Enzo could learn from.
walked over to me while I pretended
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