It had been a long day for the group. Little Hope's eerie fog had everyone on edge, and the constant threat of ghostly apparitions didn't exactly scream "team bonding experience." But somehow, Daniel and Taylor had found time to argue—because why focus on survival when you can focus on relationship drama?

The group had finally stopped to rest near an old, decrepit church. Andrew was pacing, Angela was muttering sarcastic quips under her breath, and John was trying (and failing) to map out their next move with a pocket compass that looked like it belonged in a cereal box. Meanwhile, Daniel and Taylor were locked in a heated argument that had been brewing for hours.

"I can't believe you, Daniel," Taylor snapped, her arms crossed. "You're so useless. Do you even care about what's happening here?"

Daniel threw up his hands. "Of course I care! But maybe I wouldn't be so 'useless' if you stopped criticizing everything I do."

"Oh, please," Taylor shot back. "You're the one who spent fifteen minutes staring at a tree because you thought it looked like a 'weird face.'"

"It did look like a weird face!" Daniel said defensively. "And excuse me for trying to find clues!"

Andrew, standing a few feet away, sighed loudly. "Guys, can we maybe focus on the fact that we're trapped in a ghost town?"

"Stay out of it, Andrew," Taylor said sharply. "This is between me and Daniel."

Angela smirked. "Oh, this is much more interesting than ghost hunting. Carry on."

John, ever the reluctant leader, stepped forward. "Alright, enough. We don't have time for this. We need to figure out how to get out of here alive."

Taylor ignored him, pointing an accusatory finger at Daniel. "And another thing—you never take responsibility for anything. It's always someone else's fault!"

"Are you kidding me right now?" Daniel exclaimed. "You're the one who freaked out and ran off earlier! If anyone's been a liability, it's you."

Taylor's jaw dropped. "A liability? Oh, you want to talk about liabilities? Let's talk about how you tripped over nothing and almost got us all killed by that demon back there!"

"That was one time!" Daniel yelled. "And I didn't trip—I slipped!"

"On what, Daniel? The concept of responsibility?" Taylor snapped.

Angela let out a loud laugh. "Oh, this is gold. I should've brought popcorn."

Andrew rubbed his temples, his patience rapidly dwindling. "Guys, seriously. We're being hunted by demons, and you're arguing about who's more useless?"

"Exactly!" Taylor said, pointing at Daniel again. "It's him."

"Oh, wow," Daniel said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Real mature, Taylor. Is this how you handle every disagreement? By throwing insults around?"

Taylor narrowed her eyes. "Only when the person deserves it. And right now, you're acting like a total—" She paused, clearly debating whether or not to say it.

"Like a total what?" Daniel challenged.

"Like a total cunt," Taylor said, crossing her arms defiantly.

The entire group froze.

Andrew coughed awkwardly. "Uh, okay. That's... escalating quickly."

Angela whistled. "Didn't see that coming. But I'm glad I stuck around."

John pinched the bridge of his nose. "Taylor, language. And Daniel, stop provoking her."

"Provoking her?" Daniel said, looking incredulous. "She just called me a cunt!"

"And you earned it," Taylor shot back. "Congratulations."

"Alright, enough!" Andrew shouted, stepping between them. "We're all tired, we're all stressed, and none of this is helping. Can we just—"

"Stay out of this, Andrew!" both Taylor and Daniel yelled simultaneously.

Andrew threw up his hands. "You know what? Fine. You two work it out. I'll be over here, not getting involved."

As Andrew walked away, Angela leaned closer to him, grinning. "Twenty bucks says they break up before we leave this creepy town."

"Not taking that bet," Andrew muttered. "It's already a done deal."

Back at the argument, Daniel and Taylor were still at it.

"You're unbelievable," Daniel said, shaking his head. "I can't believe I ever thought this could work."

"Same here," Taylor snapped. "Dating you was clearly a mistake."

"Fine," Daniel said. "We're done."

"Good!" Taylor shouted. "I don't want to be with someone who trips over imaginary rocks anyway!"

"And I don't want to be with someone who yells at me for trying to help!" Daniel fired back.

"Help?!" Taylor scoffed. "The only thing you've helped me with is realizing how much better off I am without you!"

The argument finally ended when John clapped his hands loudly, startling everyone. "Okay, that's it. I don't care about your relationship drama. We are in a literal nightmare scenario, and I need both of you to shut up and focus."

Taylor glared at Daniel one last time before turning on her heel and walking away. "Whatever. I'm done."

Daniel watched her go, his face a mix of anger and hurt. "Fine by me."

Angela, still enjoying the show, patted Daniel on the back as she walked by. "Don't worry, kid. Plenty of fish in the sea—if we survive, that is."

As the group moved on, the tension lingered, but at least the shouting match was over. For now. Andrew sighed, glancing at Angela. "Do you think they'll make up?"

Angela smirked. "Oh, honey, I hope not. This is the most entertainment I've had all night."

And as the group ventured further into Little Hope, the memory of Daniel and Taylor's dramatic breakup became just another chapter in their increasingly ridiculous story of survival—and pettiness.