Requirements: Dylan turned in scrapyard

Abi is still alive in this scenario. Emma is turned or dead.

August 23rd -KAITLYN

HACKETT"S QUARRY SCRAPYARD

Dylan tells me to go. But I don't want to leave him. I think maybe he would be different than Nick. This is Dylan. He doesn't have one malicious, violent bone in his body.

But he's terrified and in pain, I can see it in eyes, how his whole body convulses in agony. He doesn't want me to leave but we both know that I have to.

He screams at me to run, get away from him.

And that is what terrifies me, finally gets me moving. I have never heard him so much as raise his voice before.

I turn and bolt.

Barreling down the stairs, rifle slung over my shoulders.

The screams finally stop, dissolving into a howl.

I don't look back and keep going. He's still alive. He'll be fine, I tell myself as I stop about half a mile at the footbridge to catch my breath.

I hear running water of the stream. I'm on the shady glade trail.

I have to get to the lodge, hull myself up there until sunrise.

Abi's still in the storm shelter. At least she's safe. I don't know who else is.

It started pouring again. I didn't know where my tears ended and the rain began. Maybe that was a good thing.

I blocked the door with a table. "Maybe they'll get the memo that we're closed and try the motel up the road. " I expected a quip from Dylan, almost forgetting that he isn't here.

"Ok. Kaitlyn. These fuckers know you're in here. And they're coming back the first chance they get. What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? Got to get to a vantage point. " Talking to myself is what's keeping me from losing my mind.

Seconds, not even minutes later it seems, as I prepare , the creature burst through the column of the fireplace. I watch it jump to the floor making it's way up the stairs. I wait for it.

I used regular bullets, because that's all I have, just to startle it as I run. I make my way downstairs. No time to hide.

I hear a pounding on a door. It sounds like it's coming from Mr H's office.

"Kaitlyn. Over here, Kaitlyn. Silver shells."

I can't take them.

If I shot Dylan, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

I hoped he was still in the scrapyard where I had left him.

I had just left him. But he saved me. He would want me to live.

I hoped he was able to get somewhere safe, away from the rain. How Nick reacted with the pool.

Maybe just maybe this was someone else.

I couldn't take any chances.

I ignored Abi's cries and headed straight toward the kitchen.

Behind the counter, I noticed her bag. Inside it was a stuffed toy. I looked at the freezer. I could use it as a decoy, wait till morning till the thing changed back, that way if it was Dylan or any other one of our friends, they'd still be alive.

I crouch and slowly walk to the freezer, pulling the door open, with the other hand, I pull the string. Hoping for a Hail Mary for my Irish catholic ancestors.
The string finally retracts back, the voice box letting out a worn, garbled but still tangible words,

"Will you play with me."

Having competitive siblings pay off, as the toy hits it's target. Once it catches the werewolves attention, I stand up running toward the freezer door. The door is heavy. I have a hard time closing it.

Kaitlyn Ka, You are not dying this way.

I continue to push it closed, till finally it's trapped inside. Might be a little chilly for a while but it beats death.

Now all I have to do is wait til sunrise.