Click...
Sam turned on the radio, sighing. The group had been in their car for hours, but the wait would be worth it.
〝Good idea, Sammysaurus, let’s get some shit going!〞 Chad’s frown quickly turned upside down as the radio was turned on, maybe now it wouldn’t be such a dull ride.
Sam couldn’t help but to chuckle at the sudden enthusiasm—and not to mention; the nickname. 〝Your happiness is nice, but... This is the police radio.〞She shook her head, keeping her eyes on the long road in front of her.
Mindy was asleep, loudly snoring. Luckily, that was something they’d all gotten used to. (Or rather; unluckily how they even had to get used to it). No nightmares were haunting her—sometimes, they did. But not often, one thing that was actually luckily.
〝Well... Crimes can be... Fun!〞 Chad tried, clearly not in tact with that his sister was asleep.
In the front seat with Sam was the younger Carpenter sister, Tara Carpenter.
She had not been listening to their conversation, instead she had spaced out, thinking about... Everything. But mostly about what she would do when they’d arrive. It felt weird, as if some kind of aftermath. She didn’t like it. Was there anything to do?
Four survivors. That was all there was.
Two killers, that felt like a lot. What hurt the most was the betrayal, how Amber was one of them. Ghostface. Tara couldn’t get rid of the thought.
What if she had only used her to make Sam the villain of that stupid movie.
Tara’s eyes were wet, but she wouldn’t let it show. Which was why her head was turned towards the car window.
Her thoughts were distracted by a sign that caught her attention—‘YOU ARE NOW ENTERING; NEW YORK CITY.’«
To be continued...
NOTE; Hey, Vi here! So, I have a couple of things to state...
1. This is only a prologue, which is my reasoning why this is so short.
2. Yes, Amber WILL come, eventually.
3. Any requests of what you want to happen!? 👀🏳️🌈
