Anna his the knives three per tree for nine trees. Each one was
tall, had a tree in leaping distance at each side, a huge pile of
leaves and twigs to hide her,and block poorly thrown projectiles.
Yes these areas were good.
Riley dropped all but one of the knives on the table. "One per
person. Each one has about three uses."
"Wait... this is the very reason why I was afraid to sleep, I
thought I might say say something you'd take as offensive. Did I
say anything that you thought was rude? I'm sorry about that if I
did." Dean asked.
"That's why I'm not socking you. If you say the same stuff while
you're awake, you'll get socked hard, 'kay Dean?" Max told him.
"Her death is still a touchy subject. You'd be upset too if you had
a little sister that was close to you that died gruesomely."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Got it. No mentioning any of that while I'm awake." Dean said, "I
got it. Yup, what you said is now etched in my memory. Even when
I'm writing in my diary, I won't write about how satisfying and
pleasing her death was, and yet how sad, and gruesome her death
was."
"Satisfying and pleasing huh?" Max stated, then proceeded to
face-palm. "You say all the worst things when you shouldn't." He
socked Dean in the face. "Also, diary? What man has a diary?"
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Ow..." Dean said, rubbing where Max hit him, "I have one... I do,
and I've written satisfying things on page 134, on the very top, I
wrote, 'Melina's death'."
She woke up, forgetting when she had fallen asleep. She turned her
head to find Erin's dead eyes staring right at her, and she jumped
up and let out a tiny scream of terror, forgetting why Erin's head
was there.
(Wow Chris is a jumpy screamer now XD)
I never change this
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(Yeah, well it seems interesting, and it could be a pretty major
blow since Max is kinda the powerhouse of the group right now.
Could be crippling. But he wouldn't go down without a fight, so the
monster would get hurt.)
Max heard the scream and dashed to the tent Chris was in and came
in. "Are you okay? Did something happen?" He asked.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"We should probably bury it, give her a grave. I don't mean to
traumatize you, but if her head starts to rot in the tent, you
could get very sick, and we don't have sufficient medicine to fix
it." Max told her gently and soothingly. "You don't have to be
there at the burial if you don't want to. I would've buried Melina
but...well, that...wouldn't have worked. Tell me if you're sad or
need help, okay? I can help you."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.