They were all horrified as they received a text.
Only ten left.
Rachel had taken on the role of makeshift leader, so she called everyone. Everyone except Tina, Mike, Quinn, and Brittany had answered.
The club decided that the best way to determine who was dead and who was not was to go around to people's houses.
They gathered at the Lima Bean and headed to Brittany's house.
Sure enough, a bright-eyed Brittany appeared at the door. Once they explained what had happened they were on their way to Mike's house.
When no one answered they ran around the back to find it unlocked. They entered and found Tina sobbing in his room. They knew immediately what had happened.
After all of them had a good cry they walked over to Quinn's, dreading what they would find.
Brittany knew where the spare key was, so they let themselves in. Quinn's mom was out of town for the week, another Jesus Booze Cruise.
They stepped in and Santana led them to Quinn's room. They found her asleep, in her bed.
At least that's what it looked like.
Rachel tentatively stepped forward, and turned Quinn over
"She's cold." She muttered. Rachel felt for a pulse and a tear fell when she didn't find one.
She turned around and glared accusingly at the rest of the club. One of them was the killer, they had to be.
They all timidly reached for their phones, waiting for them to go off with a text.
They called Quinn's mom and left a sobbing mess.
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The killer stood behind the brunette as they neared their house. He watched another grieving tear fall. He grinned as he wordlessly handed them a postcard.
He pressed the cool metal of a gun into their back and lead them to a field.
"Deadly." He whispered with a smile on his lips.
He shot.
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9. You need to pay attention. Notice: I am getting bored.