Carly's p.o.v
"Okay, so you're on the hill with a sniper rifle. You'll be able to cover us that way." Gerry says. Normally, I wouldn't object to using a sniper but I'd rather settle this face to face instead of taking the cultists heads off from a distance.
I don't know why, I just feel like something's not right… Dad and Dash have been quiet.
Trevor keeps muttering… it's driving me mad and Gerry's getting aggravated too!
"What was that, Philips?!" Gerry says, angry that Trevor isn't listening.
"Carly's the one they're after! Give her to the cult!" Trevor shouts.
Are… you… fucking… KIDDING ME?! Trevor wants to sacrifice me?!
"Trevor, are you out of-" Dad and Johnny say simultaneously.
"Fuck! That! How dare you?!" I yell angrily.
"You pissed them off! You stabbed one of them! His death is on you-" Trevor shouts before I lose it completely and charge at him, tackling him to the floor.
The next thing I know, I'm being pulled off of a barely conscious Trevor, my hands and fingers bruised and scratched up… ever since the crowbar incident, this has happened every now and then.
Gordon and Adam take Trevor outside, I'm guessing to a hospital.
Trevor… how could you? What could I've done that you want to sacrifice me to a cult of cannibals?!