𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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ANIKA SAID SHE got back right after Quinn did.
Paired with that was the throwaway mention that she'd gone to bed after arriving, complaining of a headache and bidding everyone goodnight. They've done a surprisingly good job at keeping Quinn away from everything but the suspicions of it all, and while Ellie can't help but mistrust the supposed roommate luck she'd be graced with, that doesn't mean she wants what she just saw to be reality.
"QUINN!" Ellie shouts, throwing her body weight against the door hard enough to knock it open. Tara is on her heels despite how she wishes she'd stay further behind, hand pressing against Ellie's back in either fear or urgency for her to move quicker.
She's picking the latter.
Her feet nearly get in her own way as Ellie bolts for Quinn's bedroom door. The entire apartment seems to have escalated from a hesitant calm to rabid panic in under a minute, the yells from the living room feeling both distant and locked inside her head. Ellie slams against the bedroom door once, twice, three times before it flies open and Quinn stumbles out.
No. No, Ellie realizes in an instant. She's not stumbling out.
Despite herself the scream she lets out is ear-piercing, collapsing under the force of Quinn's dead weight. Sam and Tara's roommate, a potential friend, a shaky ally, overall a sweet seeming girl, has become a knife block of a corpse.
