(Editing) Freak-Ish. //Diesel

04.

••Rion••

"What are you doing?" I ask Grover as I walk into the nurse's supply closet to him gathering a bunch of stuff.

"Hey." He chuckles, nervously while turning with a bottle of peroxide in his hand. "Uh Found it. I'm not feeling very good."

"Should we be worried?" I ask, arching my left brow up.

"No." He answers. "Um, it's just a small fever, that's all. Seriously, I can just sleep it off."

"Mm." I nod as he slips past me. "Since when does a fever need hydrogen peroxide?" I stop him.

"Since when do you care?" He snaps at me before walking out.

Okay...

"You working on the radio?" I say, walking into the tech room where Barrett is. "Nice work. Any progress?"

"We have a signal." He says. "Now we just need to get someone to hear us." I place my inventory sheet and clipboard down in front of him. "Hmm. What's this?"

"Our medical inventory." I say, "And that is all the shit Grover took."

"He doesn't strike me as much of a doctor.
He have a reason?" He asks.

"Well, he said he had a fever." I tell him.

He mumbles badly, "Or he wanted to be with you."

"No, you have me mistaken for Violet." I chuckle.

"I beg to differ." He says and I frown.

"Shut up..He seemed off his game, though."

"You seem fairly on your game." He says and I narrow my eyes at him. "I mean, for—"

" - For a detention train wreck?" I answer for him.

"Your words, not mine." He says. "So you were in for violating school dress code ."

"No."

"Oh okay so ...Contraband." He suggests.

"Murder." I say, hovering over him as I rest my hands on the desk. "See, I kill computer nerds."

"Interesting. More than one?" He asks and I roll my eyes.

"Just the curious ones." I say.

He stares me down before going back to trying to get a signal. "Mayday." He says. This is Kent High School. We are ten survivors. Anyone read? Repeat. Mayday." I sigh, leaving the room.

••Diesel••

I was in my locker, rummaging for anything useful. Well, so far I found chains, a packet of gum with only two in there and a rubber ball. Don't ask. My head peeks towards the hall as I hear a loud thud noise. I carefully grab the chains, holding it in my left hand as I slowly walked around the corner. Natalie was there, at her locker, tucking cans of food in it. . . Unbelievable.

"Hungry?" I say, startling her.

"I realize it's not a free-for-all, but this is not what you think." She says, quickly closing her locker.

"You know what I think?" I start walking towards her. "I think you've been stealing food."

"It's not that much." I open her locker, taking out the cans of food. "You don't have to take it all."

"Seriously?" I frown, "What is this? Like—like, ten cans?"

"I can explain." She sighs. "I have a doctor-prescribed calorie intake."