THE WOODS

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[[ bass-playing sassy puppy, aka cal ]]

another scream filled the open area.

but this time a girl was the one that came running out.

i wish i had looked away.

but i didn't.

a velvety liquid trickled from the side of her neck. she was limping noticeably and there were glass shards in her hands.

it was then when i had an ingenious idea.

why don't we call 9-1-1?

this is exactly like a horror movie scenario.

the only difference is we're not dumbasses that don't do anything.

"mikey, you have your phone right?"

"yeah," he nodded, knowing what to do before i even said it.

"call 9-1-fucking-1."

he almost laughed at my outburst.

but given the situation i don't think it was appropriate timing,

so that's exactly what he did.

he took his phone out of his pocket, not caring if any teachers saw, and typed in the goddamned digits.

"fuck, there's no cell reception."

"well then, let's go find some."

i took the phone out of his hands and ran.

he followed behind me, not wanting to loose his beloved phone.

maybe i lied when i said we weren't dumbasses.

because surely, we were.

there was no where close by that would have cell reception.

so we ran in the direction that we had arrived but there was only one problem.

the woods.

and the psychopath.