And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Fourteen: Long Shot

The sunlight streaming in on my face tells me that we've stopped somewhere and that now it's morning, where we're stopped is the real question now, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah it really is... but wait a second I can still hear car tires rumbling underneath me, that doesn't sound right...

"Morning Electra," Robin says, giving me a small paw wave from where she's taking her turn behind the wheel. "We're still in New Brunswick, if that's what you're wondering, and you mumble in your sleep, dunno if you knew that, something about school is evil and you wanting to leave?"

"Oh, shit, sorry guys," I say, wondering why my go-to's become to cringe and apologize, instead of, you know, realizing that not everything has to be my fault, and that, just because something stupid and silly happened and it just so happened that I was somehow involved.

The weight of the world doesn't have to rest on your shoulders alone, Electra, you know that, right?

Yeah, Electra, I find myself griping internally, you can take a fucking chill pill gal.

Wow, just waking up and already hating on myself, let's fecking go!

"We're still in New Brunswick?" I ask, deciding that the best way for me to not make a bigger fool of myself would be to just stay quiet as much as I can.

"Yeah, we found a spot on the side of the road and spent the night there... it was really pretty, right at the gates of a big open field, and the stars were all out, gods, it was beautiful..."

"Please tell me you took pics or something," I say, and both of the other folks in the car shake their heads.

"Nuh-uh, not when there's geolocation data in every single one and they're always copied to the cloud even when you turn that off, nuh-uh..."

Okay someone's a little doomsday prepper... or maybe that's just plain distrust of the good ol' Canadian government... always stretching themselves too thin... and seeing as the US keeps trying to start World War Three, they have good reason to trust even less and to be prepared even more...

Anyways-

"So where are we, anyways, and where're we going?"

"Welp, we're still in New Brunswick, like I said-"

"Shit you did, didn't you-"

"Electra I swear, you're not doing anything wrong," Jet says. "But let's get down to business-"

"To defeat the Huns!" I say, humming it. "S- yeah, my bad."

"Hey, it's a good song, I get it," Robin says, smiling. Never thought I'd be comfortable with the idea of having a probable murderer in the car with me, but then again, I never thought that I'd be trying to track down whoever's responsible for murdering so many of my classmates... Partly that's because I never thought that something like what happened would ever happen at home, and partly because I didn't realize that I had it in me...

"To answer your question, though," she continues, "we're on our way to where that other shooting was, what was the place, Jet?"

"Oromocto West, so not a short trip, really... we'll get there when we get there, and since we're trying to stay under the radar, we've been taking back road after back road after back road... I'd turn the radio on, but- can that be tracked? I have no idea, and Robin, I know you worry like hell about it, but if they find us then they find us."

"But-," the other 'adult' in the car tries to object, only to be shut down again.

"I didn't say I was gonna turn it on, just that I might want to."