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22

strong language: graphic death: gun violence : suicidal references 

Dream

Oh great. The insane woman outside knew our names. I drop the walkie talkie and the real panic begins to settle in. The group falls deadly silent, the occasional sniff from the dimly lit faces. I grab the flashlight and army crawl across to the drivers seat.

"Dream!" George hisses at me. "Where are you going?"

"I just want to see if the car turns on still so we have some lights," I reply.

"Oh," George says. "Sensible."

"He's nothing but sensible." I hear Sapnap say from the back.

I slink slowly across the drivers seat and reach down to snatch Sapnaps keys which are hanging off the side of the chair. I twist them sideways into the keyhole and hear the engine make a sick revving noise. Shadows cross my face as the trees shift the moonlight. I'm surprised at how dark it's gotten. So quickly as well. I twist the keys again but the van fails to start, the lights flickering and then going off.

"Fuck," I groan.

I sit up and before I realise the mistake I've made Tommy screams and so does George. I turn to look at them as a bullet hits the headrest, making a small breeze part my hair. I freeze and Quackity reaches for my hand and drags me back down, pulling me onto my stomach. I cough out a breath on the impact and the walkie talkie crackles into life.

The woman exhales. I can almost picture her smoking out there, smiling at the van and the gun in her grasp. She sighs loudly. "I really thought I had gotten into your head already. Try to escape and I will shoot."

Her voice darkens. "Do it again and I won't miss."

A chh sound and it goes quiet again. Wilbur straightens behind the table, not visible through the window. Tubbo moves across to sit beside him.

"What do we do?" he asks.

Wilbur shrugs and for the first time looks defeated.

"We just have to keep thinking of ideas on how to get out of here," Quackity says.

"And also figure out who it is they want," Sapnap says. "That's important too."

Everyone nods. Tommy yawns.

"What time is it?"

Sapnap checks his phone and shows Tommy the screen. It's 9:30pm. It feels much later. I'm a lot tireder than usual for this early. The night is still new.

The cold breeze hits us from the broken window and I make an effort to get away. Tubbo shivers and George huddles against me.

"We should block off that window," Quackity says, rubbing his hands together. "Or we'll freeze before we have a chance to get out of here."

Wilbur stands and steps over Tommy's legs to get to the tents. He picks one up and unfolds it.

"Will this do?" he asks.

I get up to help but George drags me back down, his mouth drawn in a thin line.

"No," he says.

"No?"

"You're warm, stay here." he buries his head into my chest, the rest of his sentence muffled. I give Wilbur an apologetic glance. He looks amused.

"I'll help," Tommy says. "Tubbo will too."

Tubbo hits his head against the table in protest. "Tubbo hasn't said anything."

Tommy grabs his hand and pulls him up. I glance at the ceiling and notice the red square hovering on the light above Wilbur's head.