𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄| Sarah Cameron

06. bear and bird

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【 SEASON EPISODE 3 PART 1 】

JJ leaned back with a contented sigh, sprawling across the back seat with his usual carefree attitude. "You mind if I just relax on this one? It's been a long day, and a lot of weird stuff's gone down. I'm just gonna lay low," he announced, pulling out a crumpled joint from his pocket and lighting it up with a spark. "Oh, did you want a hit of this?"

Pope, sitting a bit straighter in the passenger seat, glanced at JJ and shook his head. "I keep the signal clear," he replied, giving JJ a look that mixed amusement and mild disapproval.

JJ groaned dramatically, flicking the ash off the joint as he turned to fully face Pope. "Dude, okay. Do you even realize your problem? You don't get creative. You never get creative," he argued, gesturing wildly as he spoke. "If you just loosened up a bit, maybe-"

"JJ, leave him alone," Clara cut in from her spot, her head resting against the cold glass of the van's window. Her tone was tired but tinged with amusement as she watched JJ's antics unfold, clearly entertained by his stubborn attempts to get under Pope's skin.

Before JJ could respond, John B's voice cut through, breaking the back-and-forth with an intensity that made everyone pause. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead as he navigated the twisting turns leading toward the cemetery. "Listen, I know I was wrong about the lighthouse, and I might've been off about... well, everything else going on. But there's one thing I know I'm right about." He took a deep breath, glancing over his shoulder at the others as the van slowed to a stop. "My dad is trying to tell me something."

A tense silence settled over the group as they processed John B's words. Clara lifted her head, feeling an uneasy thrill shoot through her. They pulled into the cemetery parking lot, the headlights casting long shadows across the looming gravestones.

Kie let out a groan from the back. "John B, seriously, what are we doing here?"

John B shushed her, his face set in determined focus as he parked the van and hopped out. The others exchanged wary glances before reluctantly following him, stepping out into the chilly, silent night air.

Clara shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she glanced around the eerie cemetery. Shadows flickered ominously over the stones, giving her a deep sense of foreboding. "There's some weird stuff going on. Can we just go back? I don't want to die," she muttered, pointing accusingly at John B's back.