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CHAPTER FIVE └─── °∘❉∘° ───┘
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COLOR WAR MASSACRE
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╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ THE DINNER BELL RANGFROM outside and Ashley was sliding her back down the wall, her ankle aching as she held it in her hands, the previous shock slowly slipping from her shoulders, only leaving her with stress. She had just seen a fucking dead body, something she never wished to see in her life, something she wanted to rip from her mind, but it was tattooed in her eyes. That had been a kid, someone with so much of their life ahead of them, a kid that just wanted to come to camp for some fun that summer. Ashley didn’t want to assume what their life was like, but they had been wearing a blue shirt, and she knew a lot of Shadysiders came to camp for freedom. Much like herself.
“Hey, I… This shit is, like, super messed up, but are you… are you okay?” Ziggy asked softly, it barely coming out as more than a whisper as she slid down to sit next to the other girl. Ashley looked down at her ankle, seeing it swelling before her eyes, ears barely registering the red-head beside her. “Hey, Ash… Ash?”
“Uh, yeah… Yeah– Oh, sorry,” Ashley stumbled over her words, stopping the constant replay of seeing Jeremy’s body on the floor of the woodwork cabin, turning her head to look into Ziggy’s eyes. Something about that deep blue made her breathing calm to a steady rhythm, feeling the red-head wrapping her hand around Ashley’s one on her ankle. “I just– He’s… dead, Ziggy. Someone’s fucking dead… It’s– It’s fucked.”
