Required Scenario (s):

-You didn't choose to cut off Dylan's hand as Ryan as a result Dylan is still infected

-Abi was killed by Nick Result: Abi and Dylan don't assume they were both bit by Kaylee thus Dylan goes with Laura instead of Ryan to the Hackett's. Ryan goes with Kaitlyn to the scrapyard instead of Dylan.

Laura told them where she and Max had been for the last two months, that Sheriff Hackett, Chris's brother, had them locked up. They discovered what had happened to Max, that Chris had been a werewolf and Max was now one too.

"Are you out of your damn mind? What's so funny?" Both Dylan and Laura are laughing.

"I literately said the exact same thing." Laura said, deadpan.

"Would it really be that crazy? How is this any different from your ghost stories?"

"Dylan...Those...those are campfire stories."

"It would make a lot of sense. That thing on the roof. What happened to Nick...we saw him literally explode out of his skin and kill Abi..." He trails off and looks at the congealed blood on the ground. Any normal person that lost that amount would be dead. Abi was dead.

"Hey. Dylan, right? I'm sorry about what happened to your friend." Laura looks at the covered body, back to Dylan. Behind his laughter and smile a moment ago, she could tell he was terrified, trying to make the best out of a horrible situation. Just like Max would. Max.

If her hunch was right and he was similar to Max, she can get him to listen to her. She knows she's manipulating him. She hates it, hates the person Sheriff Hackett has made her become. God, is this what it's like to be him? Maybe once this was all over she'd apologize for the fucked up shit his family dragged him through, maybe not. He fucking ruined her life. She had a chance to salvage it, though she knew things would never quite be the same again. For the other counselors, their lives tonight would forever be changed. All because she opened that stupid door.

She couldn't let her conscience get to her now. She wasn't getting anywhere. And there wasn't much time. By helping Max, she could help his friends and possibly the other two they mentioned. Dylan, she could tell was closer to the dead girl and the friend who turned into a werewolf that had just killed her. God, she hated to do this. Hated that she couldn't even recall their names.

" But I can help him..." She searched for it. The name. What's the name? "Nick...was it?"

Dylan nods. "How?"

Man, it was getting hard to focus. He hoped he wasn't going to have another panic attack. How did you come back from what happened to Nick. He didn't want that to happen to him. He didn't want to become one of those things. "I was bit. Earlier. I'm... that's going to happen to me, isn't it?" He isn't asking. He's just now letting it sink in.

"Dylan, no. That's not gonna happen to you." Ryan says.

"Yes." Laura says at the same time. She sees him start to panic. She rests a hand on his arm. "Unless I kill the werewolf that bit you and him."

"Dylan, don't listen to her. She killed Kaylee." Ryan knows she's using sympathy to take advantage of Dylan's vulnerability right now. Even if it was for a good reason, (which he believed there wasn't) there's no excuse. A dull fire growing in his chest started to roar. Every instinct in him wants to protect Dylan. For all they knew she was some psycho chick waving a gun around. She could be working with the hunters.

" I didn't kill anyone. What I shot at, that was no girl. Unless the werewolf turned back?"

"You're still going with werewolves, really? There has to be a rational explanation. For all of this."

She stormed over to him, lifting up her eye patch. "Is this rational enough for you? This is what Max did to me. When he turned. He scratched me. I stood too close." She gave a sigh." Believe me or not, I don't care. But I don't have much time. If I don't kill Chris, Max and I are stuck like this until the next full moon. So is your friend here. And everyone else he might have bitten. Until he's dead, no one is safe."

"She is making a lot of sense, dude. How else do you explain what we've seen?" Kaitlyn reasoned.

"Oh c'mon..." Ryan said in disbelief. He couldn't believe that she was starting to buy this too. "Guys, we can't kill Chris. Even if what you're saying is true there has to be another way." He directed toward Laura.

"I've been thinking of nothing else for the last month. There is no other way."

"Wait if you were scratched, why haven't you turned?" Kaitlyn asks.

"Scratches don't get you infected. Bites do..." She lifts up her forearm, revealing a bit mark on her burned arm. "After I shot Chris, who I thought was Chris...I went back to the Island. Max hadn't turned back. I escaped but not without this."

"Wait...the island? Like our Island? In the lake?" Dylan asks.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Jacob went to the Island looking for Emma. He hasn't come back yet. Neither of them have."

"Well, I didn't see them. They're probably fine. If they didn't go poking around where they shouldn't have." The very thing that had gotten her into this whole damn mess. If only she would have left it alone. But they would have all been stranded here. And blind to what it happening. They had a chance to fight this thing. All she needed to find out is where Chris Hackett was.

"Poking around where he doesn't belong is Jacob's middle name. This is bad. This is very bad." He exhales.

"How long do you have? " Kaitlyn asks Laura.

"I don't know. An hour or two. It's not an exact science. When were you bit?" She asks Dylan.

"My hand. At the radio hut." Laura raises her eyebrows at him. "Oh. About an hour ago."

"It's much smaller than before." Kaitlyn observed Dylan's hand. "Like with Nick. Holy shit, Ryan, look." But he doesn't want her to look. He instinctively pulls his hand away and draws it closer to him. It had been a very nasty and painful bite. A pain he had never felt before.

"Maybe it wasn't as bad as we thought."

"Don't gaslight me Ryan." He felt the anger in his voice. Where had that come from? He was a lover, not a fighter. It was nowhere near Nick's level of anger but still. Nick as a werewolf was a bit of an incel. He did not want to be an incel werewolf.

"Dylan I wasn't..."

"The way that thing swung me back and forth from the ceiling by my hand, like a RAG DOLL, I was pretty sure I was going to loose it. The hand." Was he showing off to Laura. Why? Could the infection, still in his blood stream, sense the infection in her? Drawing him to her? He hadn't felt that with Nick. He had been terrified.

"You were bit about a half hour ago, so... " Laura quickly did the math in her head. "So, that means you have about the same amount of time as I do. Now can someone please tell me where Chris Hackett's lives? When he's not at camp, I mean. He's not in the storm shelter and I'm getting nowhere searching for him in the woods. I need a place to start."

"Maybe that spooky house behind those woods." Kaitlyn points out the window.

"Dude!" Ryan exclaimed.

Kaitlyn shrugged. "If it means a cure for Dylan and Nick and another step closer out of here.."

"I should go with her." Dylan cuts her off.

"What?" Both Ryan and Kaitlyn say at the same time.

"So I can't hurt anybody. You all will be safe. Here. It'll be safer if I go."

"He's right. Werewolves don't attack each other when they're transformed. Or depending how far along the infection is. He'll be safer with me." His theory was correct then. Maybe the infection wasn't far along when Nick turned. He couldn't see any signs of it. No black veins creeping up his arm. Other than the healing. But he could feel something. It was like a low hum or buzz, he felt underneath his skin. Pure energy and excitement, coursing through his veins.

"Yeah. What she said. Get it? What she said?" He was feeling like himself again.

Kaitlyn stares at him. "Dylan, did you really have to?"

"She walked right into that."

"Don't...blame it on me." Laura shifts her good eye toward him.

"While you two go all Scooby-Doo gang on the creepy house over there..." Kaitlyn looks at the silhouette of the run-down looking mansion. "Ryan and I will go back to the lodge to check the van, see what needs to be fixed so we can get the hell out of here."

"Wait...I think...is that.." Laura made her way over to Abi's body. The piece of jewelry on her wrist glittered from the moon light. It had caught her eye before but she wasn't sure.

"Stop. What are you doing?" Ryan pointed the gun at her. "Don't touch her."

"I'm trying to help." She took off Abi's bracelet and put it in an empty shotgun casing. "Here. It's silver." She handed it to Kaitlyn. "Worse case scenario, this should give you a fighting chance."

"And it will kill them?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Yep."

"What if it's Nick or someone?"

"Like I said, worse case scenario."

"Ryan would you put the gun down before you hurt someone." Kaitlyn directed.

"C'mon, we don't have much time."

"Everything will be fine." Dylan tries to reassure Ryan. "If she ends up being right, you won't be able to do it."

"Dylan, you don't have to do this."

"It's not like my life matters or anything."

Ryan open his mouth and closes it. "What makes you think it doesn't matter? It does matter. Your life matters, Dylan. It matters to me."

Really? Because all those years of going to camp together when we were campers, you barley said any words to me, until tonight, now that I'm going to risk my life, possibly to kill our camp leader, that you see as a father figure. I have none because my own father hates me for who I am and I don't need another one. That's why I hide who I am because I fear that he's right. You'll end up blaming me and hating me for it anyway. I know they'll probably blame me for it. But hey, what can you do? Going on a suicide mission after all.

He's under no illusion that he's not entirely invisible. So many things could still go wrong. Angry cop that locked Laura and Max up for two months, or the hunters could kill them with silver before they even got close to Chris. He's OK with either. Rather than live with this curse forever. No one would miss him. His mother was dead. No. There was one other person. His sister Izzy would. She was young. Only eight years old. He had tried to make happy memories for her at camp this summer, like he had, growing up, before heading off to college.

He had to try. For her. There was a promise he made to himself. That he'd go to school, get his degree and teach quantum psychics at the college, get a place and settle so he could get custody of his little sister. So he could get her away from their toxic homophobic father. And maybe if he got out on the other side of this he would get Ryan's number.

"I know it's...I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. "

"You still don't have to go." Ryan gently took his hand. The not bitten one.

"No. It has to be me." Dylan took Ryan's hand away, to take hold of both of his hands for what seemed a moment too long, before letting them go. He didn't want it to feel like a goodbye. "If I stay here and end up like Nick, I don't want to risk hurting you or Kaitlyn."

"You better bring him back in one piece. And no shooting anyone else till you're absolutely sure. Promise, you will." He's asking a lot, putting faith into this stranger. If Dylan trusted her, he guessed he could too.

"I promise. I will."

Hackett's Quarry- Caves- Laura

Water breaks my fall. I drop right into it, catching me by surprise. Unable to close my mouth, water chokes me as I keep flailing, somersaulting into the depths. I see a beam of light. The flashlight of the riffle. I grab for it, the strap slipping through my fingers. I didn't come this far...I'm finally able to grab it.

I push myself up toward the surface, pain shooting through my body as if I'd been stung by a thousand jelly fish.

I hear my name being called. At first I think that it's Max. But of course, it can't be. He's still on the Island, and still a werewolf. Which I was about to be any minute.

"Are you ok?"

I cough a few times, swimming toward the edge, and pull myself out. I spit up the poison that is burning my throat. Then I breath in long, slow, breaths of dank stale air.

"It stalks your breath but shuns clear water." I look around me. We're in a cavern. The flashlight beam streaks over clear blue water, a strip of dry-ish land surrounding the pool in a crescent shape. The water takes up half the cave, no bigger than a backyard swimming pool. When I aim the flashlight upward I see a dome of rock, surrounding us on all sides. The spot from which we fell it looks to be about ten feet. We've fallen into the belly of the beast.

"I think we found the Quarry."

"Ya think."

I look over to my new companion, ignoring the sarcastic quip. The water isn't affecting him yet. He might have more time. If I turn before I can kill Chris, can I trust him to do it?

We're standing a few inches from each other now. He's looking down at my arm. What? I want to say but he's reaching toward my eye-patch.

"Yo!"

I reach out my hand to stop him.

"Just trust me." I did. This complete and utter stranger. When he removed the eye patch, I could see out of both eyes.

"No, shit!" I waved it in front of my face to see if what I was seeing was actually real. My smile fades as I realize something. "What color are my eyes? Are they yellow?"

"Uh...no."

"Ok, good."

"Yes?"

"What the fuck man?"

"I'm color blind, ok?"

I go over to the pool. I see yellow reflecting back at me.

"Shit. I'm getting closer. We have to keep moving."

The tunnels seemed to go on forever as they made their way up. The only way he knew how to pass the time was talk. Break the ice a little.

"Since your eye grew back, do you think if Ryan had cut my hand off, and I got bitten again, you think it would've grown back?"

"Do you know how extremely unlucky you'd have to be?

"Lenivy my name's not lucky."

"What?"

"That's m...my name. Don't wear it out."

She whirled around on him. "Would you stop with the jokes already?"

"Am I boring you?"

"More like annoying me actually. Why are you like this?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Stand-offish, pretending to be a bad-ass."

"Like how you pretend to be a smart-ass? You hide behind your humor because you don't want people to see who you are. Max does it because he doesn't want people to see that he's in pain."
"So you think Max is better than me?"
"No. That's not what I meant."

She was interrupted by a whisper. "Do...do you hear that?"

"The Hag of Hackett's Quarry."

"It's like she's guiding us."

"Or warning us. I..heard her earlier I think during the summer. At first I thought it was just Ryan's ghost stories getting the better of my imagination. Or I was dreaming, or sleep walking. And I never do that. Anyway, it lead me to Mr H's office and all I remember thinking is, how much I really wanted the gun" Even when he and Ryan where in his office before the party and before this whole night went all to hell, with blood, monsters and teeth, and when they were about to call 911. He didn't even remember grabbing it off the wall. "and I don't even like guns. She wanted me to take it I guess but I was interrupted by Chris but before that, I heard the word danger. I don't know if it was actually her...I wonder if there's more ghosts." He thought of Ryan's other story, about part of the quarry being flooded into the lake, after the miners had died in a mining accident, including children before child labor laws, and people who have supposedly drowned there over the last a hundred years. And their voices luring you into the lake to drown you or lure you into the woods.

"Who knows? After the two months I've had, I'd say it's possible? But it seems like she was warning you about Chris. Even then."

They continue on until they're stopped by an obsticale. A boarded up tunnel.

"I can go ahead." She sensed his hesitation. "Or do you want to wait here alone in the dark?"

"I got this." It took him a few seconds but he was able to pry the board off with one hand.

"Someone's been eating their spinach." Laura remarked. Got to say I'm impressed. Stop it. Laura. You have a boyfriend. And I'm pretty sure he's gay. He's interested in Ryan. But for the life of her she couldn't figure out why.

"Ew, I hate spinach. Ladies first."

The tunnel finally ended, leading into what resembled a room, broken down wooden crates in one corner, next to a door. On top of one of the crates sits a dusty liquor jug. Dylan picks it up.

"Ooh, party time."

"That's gotta be at least a hundred years old!" She exclaims.

"Prohibition then…Cool. Vintage. You want some?" He hands it out to Laura, who puts her arms up.

"No thanks. We'll celebrate later."

"I'll hold you to that."

"That means these must be old rum running tunnels. Guess the Hacketts were bootleggers."

"Running the Quarry wasn't making enough. Makes sense they'd branch out. This families already shady af."

"Ok, this must be it." She opens the door, leading into another room.

They see a red light up ahead and head toward it. They're met with three rows of cages. Inside one of them is Jacob.

"Dylan. Oh my God, thank Fuck, am I glad to see you!"

"Really?"

"Who the hell is she."

"She's ok. She's in charge."

"Yeah? But what the hell is she doing?"

Dylan turns to see Laura pointing a gun toward the werewolf.

"Laura, what are you doing?"

"It's him."

"Why would they keep him down here locked in a cage? We have to be sure."

"Look, they said they've got two of us already accounted for." Jacob said. "Whatever that means."

"It must be Nick."

"Your friend?"

"Can you get me the fuck out of here?" Jacob begged.

"How?"

"Okay…" He motions towards Dylan with his palms together, "so all I know is you have to open my door and that door…" he points his hands towards the middle door then towards the last door with possibly Nick "and definitely not that door."

"Right, right. Easy."

"Okay, there's a console on the wall over there." Jacob points to it with his index finger. "Like a box, or whatever. You should be able to use those switches to isolate each cage."

Dylan nods, looking over towards the wall. "Ok, just uh stay here."

"Dude, where the fuck am I gonna go?" Jacob motions to the cage around him.

"Sass me again Jacob and I will leave your ass down here. On the other hand... you're probably safer down here anyway. soo..." He turns to leave.

" No. Fuck., wait...uh, never mind, ok?."

"Just messing with you Jacob."

He winks cheekily, clicking his tongue. He walks towards the wall opposite of Jacob's cage and opens the breaker revealing 4 switches, labeled 1, 2, 3, and 4.

"What…" Dylan glances back at the other side of the room and notices each cage has a number. The werewolf's is labeled 7, the middle is labeled 5, and Jacob's is labeled 3.

He takes a breath, looking over the switches and labels again. How the fuck is he supposed to open number 5 ? And how the fuck was number 7 even able to be opened?

"Oh. Right. Basic math."

1+2,

He reaches forward, pulling down the first switch followed by the second switch. Jacob's door leading towards the middle cage opens.

"Focus, dude, focus." Jacob prompts.

"Hold on…" Dylan hesitates to continue. then 2+3 "Got it." Jacob's door opens. "Mind gun. Get it?"

"What?' Laura asks.

"Mind. Gun." He taps the side of his head with two fingers, imitating a double barrel of a gun.

"Oh, Jesus crimany." Laura curses. He has some pretty dark humor or it's slipped his mind that he was a werewolf and at any moment Sheriff Hackett could put a silver bullet in their brains. And it wouldn't matter to him if one of them was human.

Jacob walks over to them, patting Dylan on the shoulder. "I'd never thought I'd say this but thank God you're such a nerd."

"Listen uh, Jacob, the others should be back at the lodge. But Emma, she wasn't with them. " Jacob's trying not to look worried. And he can't tell him about Abi now. He'll find out eventually. And so will Nick. "We came in through the tunnels. I don't know if there's a way back out so be careful, alright?"

Jacob gives a nod. "Thanks, man." He puts his hand on Dylan's shoulder, squeezing it. "If we both get out of this alive, I promise I'll never give you shit again."

He feels the knife in his side. During the commotion, (being discovered under the floorboards of the house and dragged up, Laura shooting the old ladies face off in the struggle for the gun, darting down the hallway as the old man shot at her ) the big hunter dude had stabbed him. Being stabbed really hurt. It was nice of her to leave him but in all fairness, she probably didn't see what happened.

He had to find a way to escape now. The only way was down. The dumbwaiter behind him. He hated confined spaces but he didn't really had a choice. Big hunter dude that looked like John Cena, lunged for the rope but missed.

The make-shift elevator reached as far as it would go. He was in what appeared to be a bedroom. It'd take time for them to get down here. It might buy him some time to look around. See what he could find.

He shouldn't really be exploring. He should be searching for Chris.

But If I'm going to kill Chris, I need some evidence or they'll for sure send me to prison or if I tell them Chris was a werewolf and I had to kill him, I will end up in a mental ward. Both are not an option. Just enough to prove self defense.

It was, sort of, wasn't it?

He'd been stabbed. He didn't have any medical knowledge to know that if he was a normal human he'd have bled out by now, surely. Even with the knife being where it was at.

He went over to the side of the bed. There was jewelry box with little pink flowers painted on top. It was similar to the one his mother used to have. He opened it. Inside it was a locket with a picture of Kaylee and a letter. He unfolded it, trying his best to not get his bloody fingerprints on it but it was impossible. Bang up job, Dylan.

At least he didn't fudge up the writing.

Gammy,

How long we gonna drag this shit out? I know family is the most important thing, but I wanna know what's outside the forest, outside this damn house and camp, and I sure as hell know that ain't about to happen 'cos of who we are.

Maybe we can explain what's goin' on. Fuckin' show people. Then they'll know we got no control over it.

I know you just tryin' to protect us, but one day you won't be here no more and right now it feels like we're stuck in a dark hole.

I can't sleep Gammy. Or if I do I dream about those sharp teeth, the fire, all those screams. We didn't mean to start it. We were just dumbass kids back then. I wish it never happened.

Damn. Kaylee. He thought.

He could only hope Caleb was ok.

Poor kid had a crush on him all summer.
Following him around like a lost puppy dog. He had been angry when Dylan rejected his advances, calling him a kid. Caleb had called him a prick. While he himself had a crush and Nick, and Ryan. One was a hard person to reach, and the other person who was unavailable to him happened to be the only one here that understood him and he could be 'Dylan, Dylan' with aside from Abi, which he thought of as a little sister, beheaded by her love interest. That ought to put a damper on things. If Nick survived.

Hackett's Quarry, the Summer Camp of broken hearts.

He shouldn't think about that now or joke about it. His heart felt like a lump in his stomach. Or was that the hunger? Or the knife sticking into his side, the blood pooling into his internal organs. Even for a werewolf, he knows that's not good. He's pretty sure the knife is silver.

He should keep Kaylee's letter as evidence. He folds it and put it in his pocket. The one that's not drenched in blood.

He heard footsteps thudding slowly down the hall. He had time to hide. The damn knife in his side made it difficult to move.

He was pretty sure it had missed his heart. If most werewolf lore was right and silver only killed a werewolf by silver to the heart or the head it would heal if he pulled it out right?

The footsteps were closer now.

He was still faster. He could pull it out but that would only slow him down or if he was wrong he would bleed out.

He tries to open the door adjacent from him but it's locked. He twists the knob hard in his hand and pulls, the wood warps and splinters and he's able to slip through. Miraculously not jostling the knife in his side. That would have been fun. He opens another door to his left.

He's between the walls of the house, the inner skeleton, revealing plumbing and scaffolding, long abandoned. If he dies here, they will never find him. Can't think like that Dylan. Got to keep moving.

He hears the hunters footsteps again. Not far away. Thanks to werewolf hearing. That was still working. They say hearing was the last thing to go. Maybe he'll find me.

"You can't hide from me in my own house fucker."

Dylan resists the urge to give a comeback. He needs to stay quiet. He holds his breath. Until he can no longer hear the footsteps or the hunter's breathing.

He slips out between the hole in the wall. And out yet another door, that leads to a small flight of metal stairs. Once he descents them, he feels the exhaustion. He needs to stop to rest.

Letting it overcome him, he lies down on the brick floor. Why is the floor brick? The walls and ceiling are all glass. It's a room made of glass. This must be a conservatory. He see's the moon above him so bright and full.

"I can't believe Dylan went off with Laura like that." Ryan and Kaitlyn were on their way to the scrapyard. He was surprised that she knew where it was. He might have come off as jealous but he was deeply worried about Dylan.

"He did it to keep us safe."

"I know. I still think it was stupid of him to do and risky. He was talking as if he wasn't going to come back." Dylan had sounded depressed. Had he been before? Before all this? He had just found out tonight that he had a history of panic attacks. Often times they were accompanied with anxiety and depression. He didn't want to think that Dylan intentionally went into a suicide mission with no way out. Dylan was doing this for him more than for himself. That's what kind of person Dylan Dylan was.

Dylan thought he could never pull the trigger. To kill Chris. But could I? Ryan asked himself. If I was there instead of Dylan?

Could he have when the time came? He guessed he'd never know. A part of him blamed Laura for taking him to that damn house.

No Dylan wanted to go. They have to come back. He has to come back.

It still hurt that he had chosen Laura over him. They could have locked him in the lodge, put him in wherever that trapdoor led to in Mr H's office. It was too late now. He heard a howl, far away in the distance. Wondering if it was Nick or Dylan.

"Hey. He will."

"Do you think something was...going on there? With him and Laura."

"Pffttt. No. Dylan's totally into you."

"Really? I don't really see it." Kaitlyn just stares at him, giving him an, are you kidding me look.

"He's been flirting with you all summer and you haven't noticed? It was painfully obvious and painful to watch."

"Social ques Kaitlyn, I'm not very good at them. It felt like he was flirting with Laura or showing off or something."

"Social ques huh? There was definitely something there." She sees Ryan's disappointed expression. "But...it was more like angry sparks than sexy sparks. A little bit of both maybe? Must be what happens when two werewolves are in the room with each other."

"So you're saying because they got werewolf cooties they got the hots for each other?"

"I can't stop thinking about that one movie now." She shivers. "I think once he's cured, he'll snap out of it and come crawling back to you."

"I don't know. I'm starting to think he's not worth the effort."

"I call bull. You've got feelings man."

"oh, here we are!"

They arrived at the gates of the scrapyard. Ryan escapes to live the rest of that conversation another day. That is if they made it out of here alive.

He can't believe how beautiful it is, how peaceful it makes him feel. Despite all the trouble it's caused tonight. Perhaps that was the wolf in him, that was being drawn to the moon light.

It's blocked out by a shadow figure. It slowly comes into focus. The hunter. He tries to crawl away.

"No, please. No."

"You've been bit. You haven't got much longer. That knife still in ya, it's gonna hurt like hell. You don't want this, do you? I can put you out of your misery. I can make this real easy for you."

"N...nooo." I want to live. I want to live. "You don't have to do this."

"I don't? I have to do what my family says and family comes first. And you're not family." A radio clipped to his pants goes off,

"Bobby, where are you?"

"Travis, I got one of 'em. He's bleeding bad. Got 'em with my silver knife. But I only weakened him. Do you want me to finish him?"

"Leave him, Bobby. I'll handle it. Go find the girl."

He comes to. Or maybe he never passed out. He can hear Laura's voice next to him. "Hey why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

"Don't mind if I do." He stops a moment. "oh no. You've been bit too."

Dylan takes use of the distraction and pulls out the knife, stabbing Bobby in the bicep. It's not deep but it will do.

"Ow. You stabbed me. Ain't never been stabbed before. DAAAAD!"

"Yeah. Hurts doesn't it?" Dylan shouts after him as Bobby retreats back into the house.

"What happened to you?"

"Hello, I was stabbed. This brick used to be grey-ish brown now it's a rusty burgundy color."

"I thought you were color-blind."

" Is Confucius a color? The fuck do I know?"

"You lost a lot of blood." And still making jokes. The amount of blood was still enough to concern her. No matter how many stupid jokes he made. He'd probably make them even on his death bed. Don't think about that, Laura. He's not going to die. If I'm right.

"But it will heal though, right?"

She examines him. Vet mode time. She cringed at that. Not the sight of the wound. She was going to have to get used to it. Vet mode? Don't be rude, Laura. He's not an animal. Well, technically, I guess we...both are?

"It looks like it stopped bleeding. That's a good sign. Yeah. I think it should. Only silver to the head or the heart seems to do the trick."

"How do you know that?"

She moves her hair out of the away ( part of it had fallen out of her ponytail) to reveal a bullet wound above her chest.

"Oh shit. Laura."

"I'm ok. He missed. On purpose. The old man..."

"You didn't..."

"No. Still alive. Unfortunately for us. But I kicked the crap out of him. Should buy us some time. Come on. We have to find Chris."