Daisies || Max Mayfield

19: Demodogs

Turns out Dustin let out a demo dog. It's some kind of lizard thing apparently.  And it wants to kill us.

"I still think this is stupid." Max tucked the top of a ladder through the emergency exit in the roof of the school bus, so we could see outside. "This better be real."

"I dunno, I think if we're doing all this work, they might be right." I protested. "If we're setting it all up, it can't be a massive lie, right?"

She shrugged, then set a foot on the ladder and shook it with her hands. It didn't move. "Wanna test it?"

"You first." I nodded to it, so she climbed up and onto the roof.

I followed her, to see the field in front of us. Lucas, Steve, and Dustin were piling up metal and shit in front of the bus, below us.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What?" Steve looked up. "Jesus, get down."

"Ugh." Max stepped around me to the edge of the bus, and jumped.

"Jesus christ Max!" He shouted, stepping back. "Not like that!"

I laughed. That was kind of cool.

"Daisy, use the freaking ladder." He groaned.

"Fine."

I climbed down and out of the bus, to see Dustin nailing a chunk of metal to the side of the windows.

"Do any of you have an actual weapon?" Steve asked. He reached behind a rusty car and pulled out the same bat with the nails from a few days ago.

Lucas held a small slingshot with one hand, then put it back in his pocket.

"Wait, why do you need the bat?" I asked.

"Because that thing wants to kill us, and I need a weapon." He patted my shoulder.

"You're serious?"

"Yes. Faught one of the suckers last year." He grinned, lifting up his sunglasses. "So, do you need a weapon too?"

I shrugged. "I dunno."

"We'll find you something once you see the real threat." He smiled, then dropped his glasses and turned to the bus. "Lucas, can you get the other side fixed up with Max?"

"Got it." He picked up a large piece of metal cage and dragged it around the side.

"You're serious about this?" I asked.

"Yeah." Steve nodded.

"We're in real danger?"

"Yep."

"For real, like deep shit kinda danger or like scary barking dog kind of danger."

"Deep shit." He picket up an old broom, looking it over. "You any good with a bowstaff?"

"Like how deep of shit?" I asked. "Because now you're kind of freaking me out, and I don't know if this is all a really elaborate prank or not."

"It's not." He stood the broom up at a diagonal angle, then snapped the end off with his foot. "We're in the deepest of shits, and I'm praying we don't die tonight."

"What the fuck?" I asked. "Seriously? Like, we're not gonna exist anymore, no more lives, dying for good?"

"Yep." He handed my the broom handle, one end a pointy stick. "So, good luck."

"What am I supposed to do, shank the bitch?" I panicked.

"Yes, pretend it's a vampire." 

"Is it?"