Lone Survivors

X (You Find Your Hell Is Home)

Amias picked me up, asking where to, my first destination the Ice Nine Kills bus. The boys were confused when I came in without Spencer. I told them a half-truth, my aunt and uncle died and I needed time alone. Patrick helped, telling me they would keep my bunk and cubby in case I ever wanted to come back. I thanked him heading out to the SUV where Amias waited. He asked no questions I was grateful for it. I wasn't exactly sure I could explain what happened I didn't even think anyone would believe me.

For the next five days I completely kept my distance from Spencer. I focused on my crew and making friends. I had to cancel hanging out with the merch crew, the tour director arranging two red eye flights for me to make it to my uncle's funeral. Detective Christian escorted me to and from the service, a precaution now that the South Street Slayer was back in the media.

We arrived in Boise, Idaho after a couple shows in Canada. The weather chillier than I had anticipated. Caroline had been stationed in some of the colder states nothing I hadn't experienced before being from Massachusetts. Amias, Toshi, and Milo had finished unloading the boxes. We were now dividing up who was going to take which booths for the evening.

"Are you and Spencer fighting?" Nadine asked.

"No, why do you ask?" I silenced my phone. Spencer had been attempting to contact me through various phone calls and text messages. He had no idea why I left the sports bar; my only assumption was that when the monster was in control he was trapped in his subconscious.

"You've been ghosting him for the past five days. Did your date not go well?" She sat down.

"It started out as a date." I began, unsure of how much I should say. "He dropped a bomb on me that I wasn't ready for. I asked for some time to think and the distance to be able to do it."

"From how many times he's called you I'd imagine a guess that he's worried about you." She gestured to my phone lighting up with another call.

"I'll take the Ice Nine Kills booth tonight; I'll grab lunch for us today too." I grabbed my phone.

"Go see Spencer." She handed me a twenty. "To help with lunch." I thanked her, jogging out of the venue heading towards the buses. The crew barely glanced at me, a complete contrast to the previous week where they offered a friendly wave and a smile. I stopped by the Ice Nine Kills bus finding four out of the five members outside. Justin stopped by keeping them company from what I could see.

"Kaitie, thank the lord you're here." Ricky exclaimed, relief showing on his face. Somewhere inside that bus a demon was flinching, glaring at the walls with pitch black eyes.

"Saving people and hunting things is my family business after all." I smiled comfortable enough around them to be myself. "What's up?"

"Spence changed the code on us. We're locked out." Patrick sighed angrily. "We've tried every combination we can think of."

"We only have one more try before we have to call the company." Dan rubbed the back of his neck.

"That is quite the pickle." I bit my lip. "How many digits?"

"Six." Justin chimed in. "Same as ours."

"What have you all tried?" I pulled out my pocket notepad. They rattled off birthdays, anniversaries of albums. There were only four options remaining, my parents' birthdays were an unlikely possibility. This left the anniversary of our parents' deaths, a day we wished we'd forget yet we would always remember. This left me with one option left, my birthday I'd be born on one of the two Friday the 13th's in the year of 1985. I punched in 1-2-1-3-8-5 seeing a green light and heard the soft click of the lock unlocking.