The Horror At Camp Crystal Lake

Terrible Things

I woke up and it was dusk, Austin was still sleeping and had drooled on my hair a little. "Ew.." I whispered and grimaced. Good thing the police station had a shower. Becase I was hopping in. After I got out of my shower Austin was awake and sitting on the couch rubbing his eyes. I laughed and then got dressed in the clothes the police man gave me and came,bad out plopping next to Austin. "I'm so tired..." I grumbled as he pulled me closer to him. "I need a fucking beer." I grumbled again and Austin shook his head. "No Allie. No drinking." He scolded me. "You know what happens when people drink with a wild killer on the loose. They die." He rubbed my back, I sighed annoyed and looked at him. "Just one freaking beer won't hurt..." I got up and put my shoes on. The police man had dried my clothes. So I picked them up and put them back on. My leg hurting like a bitch. I limped back out and narrowed my eyes at Austin. "I'm going to get one freaking beer. You can stay here and mope around. Or you can come with me." I jingled my car keys in my hand. "I'm not going Allie. But if you die. Oh well. I can say I told you so." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. I laughed and then shook my head. "Ookay." I began walking out of station, telling the cop I needed to run back to the cabin to grab us a clean pair of clothes. He agreed since they didn't see him there, but just because they didn't see him. Doesn't mean he isn't there. Oh well, I wasn't going back anyway. I hopped in my car and started it, the engine roaring to life. I put it in reverse and backed up. I then pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the nearest gas station. "Hmm. Mike's hard.. Smirnoff... Sea Grams.. Bud Weiser.. Bud Light... Jack Daniels..." it was a hard choice. But I chose Mike's. I paid for it then drove back to the station. Parking a few spaces from the door. I pulled out a can and then opened the tab, hearing the pop and hiss. I put it to my lips and let it slide down my throat and into my stomach. I'm not an alcoholic. So my liver isn't Fucked up, yet. I smiled and then finished the can before drinking the other five. I was buzzing petty good my legs were all tingly and my vision blurred. Suddenly I started laughing for no reason. I got out of my car carefully and then closed the door. I had been drunk around police before so I knew how to act and walk. I made it back to Austin who was watching me with a pissed look. "What? This is well deserved...." I slurred and stumbled over to him the room spinning. "You are shit faced aren't you?" He spoke calmly. "Maaaybe." I giggled and rested my head on his chest. "I feel like making a porno." I laughd and Austin laughed with me. "Nope. I'm not fucking you in a police station." He rubbed my back. "You need sleep. So you can have a hang over. And I can laugh." He nodded and I slowly fell asleep. Unaware of what the future would hold.