drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart
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In which a group of counsellors are stuck at Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp for one more night that soon turns into a night of survival
(the quarry)
(aroace fem! oc)
(nick furcillo x fem! o...
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Chapter Thirty-One: The Scrapyard
(The Matriarch, Part 4)
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The scrapyard was unnervingly silent as Hayden, Dylan and Kaitlyn walked up to the fence. The only sound was the gentle sound of the rain, but other than that, it was dead silent as Dylan opened the gate to lead into the scrapyard.
Hayden didn't know if she could take comfort in the silence or not.
"These guys never throw anything out, huh?" Kaitlyn remarked as she walked into the scrapyard, Hayden right behind her as Dylan brought up the rear, closing the gate behind him.
"I'll say," Hayden murmured, looking at the piles of metal, stripped-down vehicles and other bits and pieces of vehicles like miniature mountains in the depths of the scrapyard.
Once they were all inside, Dylan asked, "So, do you wanna give me and Hayden some direction on what we're looking for specifically?"
Kaitlyn sighed, before answering, "Well, most of these cars look like they've already been pretty stripped for parts. Just empty frames and chassis, which doesn't help us much."
"Okay, so we're looking for... engines?" Dylan asked.
"And the Most Obvious Award goes to Dylan Lenivy," Hayden quipped. Dylan gave her a look that Hayden returned with a sweet smile.
"Well anything relatively intact," Kaitlyn said in regards to Dylan's question.
"Got it."
Hayden sighed. "Great. This is gonna be like a needle in a haystack."
"Yeah well, let's get to work on finding the needle," Kaitlyn replied.
A harsh sound rang out following Kaitlyn's words. The trio turned, but there was nothing there.
"Probably just some metal falling down, right?" Hayden said, trying to shake off her jumpiness.
"Probably," Kaitlyn agreed, before adding, "Let's try to be quick about finding what we need and not stay here longer than we have to."
"Yes ma'am," Dylan snarked with a salute. Hayden rolled her eyes and jabbed him in the ribs before they walked into the scrapyard, trying to look for anything that could be what they needed, going through alleys of cars, metal and tyres that surrounded them, reaching high and tall. Motion sensor lights buzzed overhead, flooding the scrapyard with bright light Hayden's night-adjusted eyes squinted at, lighting up their surroundings even more than the full moon did. They passed by a building that Dylan entered, walking up the stairs as Hayden and Kaitlyn followed close behind, entering what looked like a workshop area with tyres, tools, and what looked to be a control panel on a wall along with several tables—one in the centre, one in the far corner of the room.
