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There was some sort of a terrorist attack two days ago at that pub called Clover. A chick got taken.Andys head snapped towards the person in alarm while the rest of the people gathered around, curious and shocked. Hanz sipped her coffee, wrinkling her nose. Did anyone die? Hanzs friend asked, standing up from beside her.
Whatever it was, it was not supposed to intrigue her like this. Hanz was not the curious type. She was more likely to brush that thing off like one would an old slipper. But no.This door interested her. She wanted to open the damn thing and see what was behind it, despite the danger it reeked.
Just because you have been only doing this to animals does not mean it is not wrong, Hanz. Demis voice from their last talk before her phone went dead on her suddenly shouted at her in her mind.Hanz squeezed her eyes shut. It is only animals. Just animals that people will not even mind to never see again, Demi. She remembered how this argument went.
Going through the motions of the dull and familiar was much healthier to her than a door in a dream anyway. Sitting up from her sleeping bag, she rubbed an eye while giving her co worker an apologetic smile.Sorry, Dee. You know I am a light sleeper. She told him simply, yawning and stretching.
He muttered, stopping her before she goes anywhere. At least eat something. Okay.She sighed softly and made to grab a bread roll. Her hand was slapped gently. Something with meat, McTarren. I have not seen you consume anything but starch and caffeine since we started this whole trip.
The rest of their batchmates were already milling around the campsite making breakfast and preparing for the daily activities. Everything was dull. Especially with how her phone has been dead for the past days.And boring, nothing really interesting happening aside from the occasional fun activities her batchmates come up with.
She danced out of the way when he made to grab her in an attempt to strangle her, escaping into the woods. The people were getting too loud. She does not like noise very much. It makes her irritable. And she did not like to feel anything negative because negative feelings make her feel hungry.
Are you going to abandon me because I am a sick cannibalistic sociopath? Hanz had asked Demi in that detached almost desperate tone not unlike someones voice gets when they are Separation Anxiety activates.
There was some sort of a terrorist attack two days ago at that pub called Clover. A chick got taken.Andys head snapped towards the person in alarm while the rest of the people gathered around, curious and shocked. Hanz sipped her coffee, wrinkling her nose. Did anyone die? Hanzs friend asked, standing up from beside her.
Whatever it was, it was not supposed to intrigue her like this. Hanz was not the curious type. She was more likely to brush that thing off like one would an old slipper. But no.This door interested her. She wanted to open the damn thing and see what was behind it, despite the danger it reeked.
Just because you have been only doing this to animals does not mean it is not wrong, Hanz. Demis voice from their last talk before her phone went dead on her suddenly shouted at her in her mind.Hanz squeezed her eyes shut. It is only animals. Just animals that people will not even mind to never see again, Demi. She remembered how this argument went.
Going through the motions of the dull and familiar was much healthier to her than a door in a dream anyway. Sitting up from her sleeping bag, she rubbed an eye while giving her co worker an apologetic smile.Sorry, Dee. You know I am a light sleeper. She told him simply, yawning and stretching.
He muttered, stopping her before she goes anywhere. At least eat something. Okay.She sighed softly and made to grab a bread roll. Her hand was slapped gently. Something with meat, McTarren. I have not seen you consume anything but starch and caffeine since we started this whole trip.
The rest of their batchmates were already milling around the campsite making breakfast and preparing for the daily activities. Everything was dull. Especially with how her phone has been dead for the past days.And boring, nothing really interesting happening aside from the occasional fun activities her batchmates come up with.
She danced out of the way when he made to grab her in an attempt to strangle her, escaping into the woods. The people were getting too loud. She does not like noise very much. It makes her irritable. And she did not like to feel anything negative because negative feelings make her feel hungry.
Are you going to abandon me because I am a sick cannibalistic sociopath? Hanz had asked Demi in that detached almost desperate tone not unlike someones voice gets when they are Separation Anxiety activates.
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