𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 [FEM!READER]

⌗﹗﹐➜Chapter 8

(Writer - SORRY YALLS THE MC GRIND GOT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD; I'll post more frequently)
"First Kill, what to do?"

I woke up still a bit dazed, but of course still in a shit ton of pain, I sat up and just stayed there for a bit, not really moving, first of all, I'm injured that would be stupid to suddenly start moving. I looked around the bus, not being able to spot anyone, well, except Logan who I realized was laying his head on my lap............... WAIT WHAT-? OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD LOGAN FIELDS, LAYING HIS HEAD ON MY LAP? WHAT??

I sat their looking down at him, realizing he was sleeping, must've fallen asleep while watching over me... My fangirling was interrupted by Taylor, I'm not complaining ngl, I looked like a weirdo just looking at him- "[NAME]!!  You're up! Are you feeling any better?" No, No I was not but was I gonna say that? NO. "Yeah, I'm fine--WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE THING?" I asked, slowly putting Logan's head down on the mat I was sitting on so he could continue to rest, and I went to stand beside the others.

"Turns out if these things are exposed to light for too long, they will start to wig out and turn to good. Like their body starts to twist, and bubble and spaz--" Aiden continued on and on and me? I was weirdly intrigued, but then Tyler interjected "Stop, I think she gets the picture. Now quit before you make her sick" I started to shake my head, like dude, I was intrigued, but then again part of me was also grossed out...  I then randomly jumped a bit when I felt a hand on my shoulder, my head snapping to see Logan, seeming to have just woke up.

"Hey, [NAME]..." he said in a tired voice, then Tyler started talking again. "Since they're awake now... Let's talk about Savannah, we can't keep hoping that things will go back to normal on their own." he spoke, glaring at Ashlyn, making Ashlyn respond with a seemingly annoyed yet tired tone, in all honesty we all sounded fucking exhausted... "And we can't risk getting stuck here permanently." true, but like... How would we even get stuck? I won't argue with Ash... She's as stressed as we all are...

Taylor then piped up "Um... Going back doesn't mean we have to go back to the house again, or interact with the phantom, right?" She asked, and then continued explaining before the others interjected "Maybe we can just search around for someone who might know something? The locals are bound to know something.---" hmm... Okay yes, the locals could know something but part of me feels like they'd call us insane... And we can't tell our parents, I doubt they'll let us go during the weekends when we have school... And then we can't drive there, none of us have a license... Which is what Ash points out.

Ash is very reasonable, it's really admirable and--- NOT THE TIME BRAIN. anyways, Ash is right it gives us time to prepare for everything, especially the worst outcome... And that woman... ugh... There's something familiar about her but then again, I can't put my tongue on it...

So, a year... A year to train, research, and turn this place into a secure base, easier said than done, our bodies are already exhausted from school and the visits to the phantom ream... But we have to persevere as always...

"It's about time we start taking this seriously." Ashlyn said, but then again... Did we really need the whiteboard... the broken fucking corner hel- AHEM- anyways... Ashlyn's writing down the first goals right now.......... "How are we going to do that..?" "How are we going to do that?" Me and Tyler said at the same time, but in different tones, mine being more questioning and wary unlike his...

"We need some better weapons." Ashlyn said, Weapons are good but one, who knows where one is? certainly, isn't me, I stay at home and paint and or get dragged around by my friends whenever we go out... "Okay... How are we going to get there?" Tyler asked... It's dangerous on foot BUT I AIN'T TRUSTING YOU GUYS WITH DRIVING WHAT THE FUCK? AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU ALL BECAUSE YOU ALL ARE SO FUCKING COOL AND AMAZING, I DON'T ENTRUST ANY OF YALLS WITH DRIVING.

As Ashlyn continued explaining, I was internally shaking my head, wishing to the good gods or whatever is listening to me to please be able to find another way to get around... Mm... Never mind, My Mom's motorbike ain't any safer... First, were thinking of ideas for the wall defense... To which Ben suggested barbed wire... "If they were normal humans that might work, but I feel like it wouldn't really bother them to grab and climb the wire regardless."  Tyler said, to which Taylor agreed and noticing that Ben was a bit down she patted his shoulder to comfort him. 

Then Aiden started speaking "Since their body doesn't react well to light, why don't we just have some large light fixtures on the wall?" He suggested, Ashlyn replying with; "I'm not sure if the generator has enough power to keep those lights on. Most of the power goes towards the door... If the lights went off every time we opened the door, It wouldn't be that helpful." That was right, it'd be a death wish if we lost power while the door was still open... "Then... Solar lights? Maybe?" Logan suggested, smart, I'd buy them but my parents would question why I need them...

The others continued talking, since I didn't have much info I didn't really talk much, I'd rather not accidentally make someone annoyed or whatever, Aiden opted to buy the lights and Ashlyn said that we'll do everything tomorrow, so the only thing that's left right now is to rest, we'll need it anyways.

Everyone went to their respective seats to rest, meanwhile I noticed Ashlyn borrowing Aiden's knife and cutting off her braids... And I gotta say... SHE'S SO PRETTY WHAT THE FUCK? MA'AM... MA'AMMMM, I LOVE YOU. AHHHHH- Okay, Brain, Chill, DON'T FUCKING FANGIRL... AHEM. ahem... ahahah... ahahaa...

BEEP BEEP BEEP

I woke up, my alarm waking me up an hour before school started, but with the recent events I can't help but lose my motivation to paint, It was a way to calm my nerves and vent out frustrations so I don't snap at people at school but now I'm just exhausted... But something has been bugging me... Maybe it's all my recent sketches? Figures that aren't there... My hallucinations basically... Wait... Snap out of it, I can't move... What the fuck...? Is this sleep paralysis?

Ah-! A.... A phantom...!?
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