(Kassandra Vaitaki continued from Knock Knock, it's the United States)
Kassandra's escape led her to a massive garbage heap, a fitting metaphor for the situation. The smell was overwhelming, and under normal circumstances she wouldn't want to be anywhere near it.
She let go of Marion's hand and clutched her head as her thoughts refused to quiet down. Everything was coming to her at once, and she felt like walls here closing in around her. Brittany. Scott from the gazebo. The girl at the pool. The shooting at the warehouse. Mina's disappearance. Getting separated from Bishop. It was too much. It was all too much.
Kassandra paced back and forth, her breath intensifying with panic. She didn't know what to do anymore. She hadn't been sure of much before, but now she was completely at a loss. She was about to cry with frustration.
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Phase Four (Hours 37-??)
"Kass, are you okay?" Marion asked, looking at her with worry.
"Everything's so fucked up." Kassandra's hands were behind her head with her elbows folded inward, leaving her forearms running parallel against the sides of her head."We lost Bishop, we're losing daylight, and Brittany's still out there like all the other sick assholes." She was talking a little faced, and her breathing was heavy. The stress was getting to her badly.
And really, how could it not? Any small victory they seemed to earn was snatched away from them sooner or later. Their hideout in the scrapyard. Bishop and his shotgun. What would they lose next? Would it be her pipe? Marion?
... No, not Marion. She couldn't lose her. She instinctively shook her head with a look of horror just thinking about it. She couldn't let that happen. She could never let that happen. If she lost her now, then she... she didn't know what she would do.
She couldn't think about it any more. It would tear her up. She just approached Marion with wide eyes and a soft look.
"I'm scared, Marion."
And really, how could it not? Any small victory they seemed to earn was snatched away from them sooner or later. Their hideout in the scrapyard. Bishop and his shotgun. What would they lose next? Would it be her pipe? Marion?
... No, not Marion. She couldn't lose her. She instinctively shook her head with a look of horror just thinking about it. She couldn't let that happen. She could never let that happen. If she lost her now, then she... she didn't know what she would do.
She couldn't think about it any more. It would tear her up. She just approached Marion with wide eyes and a soft look.
"I'm scared, Marion."
"Look, I'm scared too," Marion said, placing a hand on Kass's shoulder. "Who wouldn't be in this situation? But panicking isn't gonna help."
"I know, I know, I know..." Kassandra muttered, her voice shaky and unsure. She shook her head again. "But I don't know what to do."
She put her hand on Marion's shoulder as well in an attempt to steady her nerves. She needed that support, especially at this time. She looked at her with her sincere, worried eyes and asked for help.
"What do we do now?"
She put her hand on Marion's shoulder as well in an attempt to steady her nerves. She needed that support, especially at this time. She looked at her with her sincere, worried eyes and asked for help.
"What do we do now?"
"I don't know," Marion admitted. "We'll think of something."
Kassandra's head felt hazy. Her legs felt weak. Her panic was affecting her body as well as her mind.
"I... I need to sit down."
"I... I need to sit down."
"I'll sit with you," Marion said, plopping down on the ground.
Kassandra instinctively leaned against Marion as she stared off, still obviously tense.
"I just wanna get out of here, man. I can't take it."
"I just wanna get out of here, man. I can't take it."
"I do too. I'm sure we can figure out a plan," Marion said, leaning into Kass as well. "But first let's get these cuffs off."
Kassandra looked down at the cuffs, the item that had been a perpetual obstacle for their entire time together. When they started, they had almost completely immobilized Marion by trapping her around a post. Now all they did was keep her from using her hands effectively. At least they had made a little progress.
"I'm still getting those cuffs off." She promised. "I'm not gonna let you stay locked up like that."
"I'm still getting those cuffs off." She promised. "I'm not gonna let you stay locked up like that."
"Thanks," Marion said. "Maybe we should relax a bit, then work on that, whaddaya say?"
"Relax?"
Relaxing wasn't something that they had gotten a chance to do for a while. Not since last night, at least. And considering the type of sleep that Kassandra had experienced, she wasn't sure if she could call that relaxing.
It did sound nice, though.
"That sounds okay."
Relaxing wasn't something that they had gotten a chance to do for a while. Not since last night, at least. And considering the type of sleep that Kassandra had experienced, she wasn't sure if she could call that relaxing.
It did sound nice, though.
"That sounds okay."
Kenzie strolled casually towards the huge dump near the area, along with Brittany.
God, this place reeks.
But does she really have a choice?
Both of them needed the supplies to survive in their current situation.
Just as she walked near the dump, she heard something.
Sounds like people having a chat...
Quickly, she hid behind a wall, trying not to make a sound. She then patted Brittany on the shoulder, then pointed towards the dump, warning her there were someone else nearby.
God, this place reeks.
But does she really have a choice?
Both of them needed the supplies to survive in their current situation.
Just as she walked near the dump, she heard something.
Sounds like people having a chat...
Quickly, she hid behind a wall, trying not to make a sound. She then patted Brittany on the shoulder, then pointed towards the dump, warning her there were someone else nearby.
Brittany looked over to see who it was, and managed to be spotted herself.
"YOU!" Brittany and Marion yelled at each other simultaneously.
"YOU!" Brittany and Marion yelled at each other simultaneously.