Requirements: Dylan's hand wasn't cut off/infected/turned at scrapyard
Abi is dead/Emma turned into werewolf or could be dead here.
6:30 AM August 23rd -DYLAN
Hackett's Quarry Property
He was confused at first. Not knowing where he was. The sun was shining but in it's basking warmth, he felt cold.
He wasn't wearing any clothes. Oh, that's why.
His shirt was in rags and he was just wearing remnants of his boxers.
He's covered in blood. who's blood? It seemed too much to be his own. Then he remembers, the monsters, teeth sinking into his hand (he stretched it out in front of him, no teeth marks that he could see) Nick had been bit too, attacked by something...it was coming back to him in bits and pieces.
Nick, the pool-house, Abi...
Abi. Fuck. Bile rose up in his throat. He'd never get that image out of his head.
There was something in his memory that was missing. What else was missing?
He had been with someone, someone important.
Kaitlyn.
They'd been in the scrapyard. He remembers the unbearable pain, telling her, screaming for her to run.
He can only hope he had given her enough time to get away.
On the ground is a puddle of blood, drag marks that lead behind the bushes.
Oh no.
Not Kaitlyn.
Please not, Kaitlyn.
He was too afraid to look. It had to be Kaitlyn. Who else?
He keeled over, vomiting chunks of flesh.
"Please, no. Kaitlyn. No. I'm so sorry." He hears someone call his name.
"Dylan? Dylan where are you? You better answer me, you asshole."
It couldn't. It couldn't be her.
"Dylan."
She was right next to him now. She was here to taunt him, blame him for her death. "Dylan it's me..."
"Please stop." He couldn't look up at her. " You're not real." Maybe if he ignored her, she'd go away.
"Dylan, look at me. Look at me. I'm here." He flinched as she touched him but then, he could feel the warmth of her hand. You couldn't feel ghosts, or hallucinations or whatever this was, could you?
"Kaitlyn? I thought I...I thought killed you."
"I'm here. I'm ok. You gave me enough time to get away." He hugged her tight as if he was afraid she'd disappear. She felt tears hit her shoulder as his body shook against hers. "You must be freezing. Let's get you back to the lodge so you can get cleaned up and a change of clothes."
His steps are shaky as she helps him up, and let's her guide him back to the lodge, which they weren't that far from. Only a few several feet.
Once inside he heads straight to the bathroom.
He turns on the tap and holds his shaking hands under the stream of water, watching as the pink blood swirls down the sink. Huh. No irrational fear of water. Wolf virus must have left his system or he had changed back when the sun rose. He can't think of still being one of those things. He can't still be a werewolf. Maybe Ryan and Laura had found a cure and they were all back to normal now.
Examining himself closely, he hardly recognizes himself. So much blood is caked over his face and clumped in his hair, his skin is deathly pale and his eyes are sunken to the point where he thinks he may be a walking corpse.
Flashes of Abi being attacked, Nick, (exploding into a werewolf) his other closest friend at camp. He would never get that image out of his head.
His first thought wasn't to ask himself if Nick was even still alive or how he would break the news to Nick. Or if his other friends had made it through the night.
He didn't want to go look for them. Maybe he could stay here and wait.
He wanted to think that maybe if he didn't see them dead, they wouldn't be.
He hates himself, really fucking hates himself. Maybe he should have died. Why should he get to live when...
A knock at the door makes him jump.
"Dylan?" It's Kaitlyn.
"Yeah- Yeah, just… Give me a minute," he replies.
He scrubs harder, faster, until he feels the skin on his cheek start to burn from the friction. Tears escape his eyes and sting as they paint his face wet. He couldn't have another panic attack. Not here.
"Fuck, breathe Dylan," he instructs himself. "Stop crying you fucking loser." He hears his father's voice in his head.
Frantic, he wipes away the remains of his tears and tries his best to summon Blasé Dylan.
The door opening, she takes a second to examine his state and makes note of his red rimmed eyes, but doesn't point it out. Instead, she gives a comforting smile. She hands him a fresh pile of clothes.
When he finally comes out, she says,
"Took you long enough."
"Pissing is an art form not to be rushed, Kaitlyn. "
"I'm referring to your short stint as a werewolf. " He hugs her again and she let's him. He needed this. She needed this.
"I thought I killed you."
"Hey. I'm fine. Really."
He pulls away from her. "If I didn't kill you, who did I kill?"
"It was just a deer."
"Oh, so I killed bambi then."
"More like bambi's mom."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"You saved my life, more than once tonight... made it back in one piece. Can't say the same for the werewolf in the freezer. It probably turned back by now but I'm too afraid to check."
"Who else...Has anyone...?"
His voice is small. If he doesn't mention their names maybe it wouldn't speak their deaths into fruition.
"No one else has come back yet." Dylan's brow furrows. She knows he's worried about Ryan. "Hey,it's still early."
He goes to sit on the stairs and is awfully quiet.
"What now?" He finally asks. "Now we...wait?"
"Now we wait." She says sitting down beside him.
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