Freshmen Don't Speak

Chapter 7 // A torn apart work of art.

"I don't want to sound rude, but I think it's you," Moxie stated, "Why would you suggest we split up, when that is what got someone killed?"

"I'm stupid, Moxie, I'm stupid and I know that," Tyler said, "It's nothing new,"

"You guys need to stop arguing!" Samantha shouts, "We're all we have, even if one of us is a murderer,"

"I have to agree, arguing is gonna get us nowhere," Eliza said, "I really think we should focus on finding an exit,"

"But we shouldn't go all together, we'd have to split up eventually in 2 groups, it's more efficent, but we shouldn't go all alone," I said.

"Yeah, but we only have one flashlight," Tyler noted, grabbing the only flashlight, his flashlight.

"I mean, we can rely on moonlight and uhm- Moxie's 'echolocation' " Samantha suggested.

"Works well for me, I have great echolocation," Moxie agreed.

Eliza also agreed, "That should work,"

"It doesn't affect me too much, just please don't die," Tyler asked.

"Wait," I begun, "Tyler, what if your flashlight runs out of battery?"

"Noah I have like 4 other senses, I'll be fine," Tyler responded, looking into my goddamn soul.

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We split into 2 groups.

We couldn't have Moxie and Tyler in the same group, so we had Samantha and Tyler together, and Moxie and Eliza were with me.

But, apparently I'm great at losing people in the dark. It's like my only sense is sight at this point.

"God..." I mumble to myself, "I should've gone with Tyler..."

Until I was brutally interrupted by Moxie screaming...

I mean its "Echolocation" as they call it.

It does make it easy to find her though!

I quickly run over in the direction.

"Moxie?!" I call out.

"I knew that would work!" Moxie boasted.

"Yeah but where's Liz?" Moxie said concerned.

We heard faint fast footsteps getting closer with the second.

"I'm right here..." Eliza said out-of-breath.

"God..." Eliza begun, "I didn't know I was so far away!"

"Thank god you're loud as hell," Eliza continued.

"Why thank you-" Moxie began, "Wait- What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Just be thankful I'm not dead," Eliza near-whispered "Because I am so thankful you both are alright,"

"We should check on Tyler and Samantha," I suggested.

"Good idea," Moxie agreed.

"SAAAAM!!" She belted.

...

Moxie sighed, "Fine..."

"TYLER?!" She shouted.

.

..

...

"I don't think you're doing this right," Eliza said.

"Well it worked on you two?" Moxie questioned.

Moxie sighed, "Guess we actually gotta go looking..."

...

"Yeah it shouldn't be difficult with that strobe light looking ass down the hall" I mentioned.

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Meeting back up with Tyler, we noticed a lack of Sam.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO SAM." Moxie hollered.

I know Moxie to be a hothead, it's just... Her.

But I've never seen her this pissed. Usually she's just a bit salty, a bit aggressive, never something on this level to the point where they shout every word.

"You've got to believe me, I know it's suspicious, but my flashlight fucking died, and started flickering and shit," Tyler panicked.

"Hold on I got an idea" I spoke.

I snatched Tylers flashlight, and smashed in on the railing on the second floor.

"There," I say handing it back to Tyler.

"Tyler," Moxie sternly stated, "If Sam is hurt in anyway, I'm gonna become the murderer,"

"I really wouldn't blame you Moxie," Eliza agreed, crossing her arms, "I really wouldn't"

...

We walk around the mall searching for Sam.

Sometimes one of us would shout for her. Sometimes Eliza, but more often Moxie.

I think Moxie likes shouting things.

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We come across a shut door.

That's a bad sign.

Of course they have me open it.

They give me the flashlight though, so it makes up for it.

The door opens with a creak, reminding me of Keith. Fuck do I miss Keith. I miss Keith so much. But when it's life or death you have to force yourself to move on.

And force myself I will.

Peering into the room, there Sam is.

Decapitated.

Her blood was still pooling and seeping into the wood floor of the room. Despite it already having done that.

It was like the murderer hadn't even cared to dispose of the head, they just left it there. Sawed off.

Tyler's fucking done for.