Something to Bond Over || Until Dawn Jossam

The Victor [Part 03]

"Well, that was something," Ashley says, always breaking the damn silence.

"I feel bad for them," Matt continues. "First Hannah and Beth... Now Josh. Who are they left with?"

Another stab of guilt hits me on the stomach. The last Washington child is gone. Matt is right. Who are they left with if Josh is dead?

"Fuck, Matt," Mike whispers, "you didn't have to say that."

"It's true, though," Matt badgers on.

"Still, it would have been better if I wasn't thinking about that right now. I've got a lot going on in my plate," he says.

Something triggers inside of me.

"And you think we don't?" I argue.

"Em, not now," Mike says, having the balls to shut me up.

I was wrong. I need a fight. I want to fight. If only to take away this shaking feeling deep inside of me, this... this feeling I can't explain.

"Don't 'not now' me, Michael. You're not the only one who went through hell."

"I know that!"

That nearly shut me up. What do you say if the person you are arguing with agrees with you all of a sudden? Continue to fight?

"No! You know nothing!"

"I was there too, you know. I was in the Sanitorium twice. I've seen what's out there," he argues. "I fucking shot a gun at those... those creatures," Mike continues.

"Oh this is just rich, do you think you're a fucking hero all of a sudden?" I exclaim.

"Where the fuck did that come from?" he asks with a look on his face which I just want to punch.

"You have no idea where to point a gun! You point it at murderous carnivores, not at human beings. This is so damn rich, coming from you, you murderer. I'm glad you were weak enough to not do it!" I argue.

"So, you're saying I should've shot you?" he counters.

"You... You're such a fucking idiot!" I shout. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Guys, come on, let's not—" Sam, such the pacifist, starts but Michael cuts her off.

"You said it yourself. I was weak when I didn't shoot you. What do you want me to do? What would you have wanted me to do? Shoot you? To prove that I'm strong? Is that it? Is that fucking it, Em?"

"That's not the fucking point here!"

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Michael!"

"I know! Jesus fuck, Em, I'm not an idiot!"

"Could've fooled me."

"GUYS!" Chris shouts.

The room quietens as we all turn to the guy who is usually quiet except when it comes to joking around with Josh.

"Fighting won't get us anywhere. Yes, Mike was stupid to try and point a gun at you, and yes, he's guilty about it but he doesn't know how to show it. Yes, Em, we all went through different kinds of hell and we all could've died. So, can we please just focus on the real problem here. We're not fucking complete. That's the elephant in the room. First Hannah, then Beth, now Josh and Jess. If you keep on fighting and—I don't know—attempt murder on each other, who are we left with? Huh? So, would you all just shut up!"

The room quietens. I don't even dare reply back. Chris was the one who hyperventilated earlier, and I heard what the others asked. How did the others die? Only Chris knows. Only Chris saw. I may have played hide and seek with the fucking wendigos but it's nothing compared to seeing someone's murder.