Marley's harrowing yelps take me back to the helicopter. The helicopter that I hopped on without Fawn. Her screaming reminds me of the screams that clawed out from me when I watched Fawn get torn apart. I've thought of a thousand ways that I could've saved her. What's wrong with me? I should've jumped out of the stupid helicopter and rescued her.
I don't think I'll ever forgive myself. I miss the way she made me feel. Butterflies fluttering in my stomach every time I looked at her. My heart seemed to be doing flips. We were together in the most dangerous place but somehow I still felt safe when I was with her.
Quinn was an interesting person. He didn't deserve this. Neither did Charles and Albert. That's three of us gone now because of some psycho killer. Marley's screams and cries continue to dig deep into my soul.
"WHY!" She yelps.
"We need to go." I say. "We need to go."
"I'm not leaving him!" She barks back at me.
"Noose is still somewhere close by."
Her sadness quickly turns to anger and rage fills her eyes.
"WELL I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR NOOSE! YOU ARE A COWARD! YOU KILLED THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST KILL ME NEXT YOU LUNATIC! OR WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL US ALL AT ONCE! IT WOULD BE A LOT QUICKER DAMNIT! I HATE YOU! Marley screams.
I begin to worry. She's kind of scaring me. Noose is obviously a very smart, skilled person, and I don't think Marley should be taunting him.
"I really think we should go." Jennifer says agreeing with my earlier statement.
Marley still kneels down crying in front of Quinn's hanging body. Something clicks in my mind.
"He has the flash drive." I say.
"Flash drive?" Jennifer questions.
"Yeah. Before the house blew up he had downloaded all video footage so we could find out who drugged us."
"Okay so... who's cares. Does it really matter anymore?" Jennifer asks.
"I don't know about you but I still want to know who is doing all of this. Who killed Charles and Albert and now Quinn? And who drugged us? I want to find out." I turn to Marley. "Quinn was one-of-kind and he didn't deserve this but I need to somehow get the flash drive and then we need to go."
Her crying continues but she seems to suddenly collect herself. She stands up and takes a deep breath.
"Quinn wouldn't have wanted me to be this way. Alright... Alright. So how do plan on getting the flash drive?" She says.
The sudden mood change begins to scare me too. But I'm not focusing on Marley's mood swing. I need to find a way to get up to Quinn.
I look up at his hanging body. The reality of this situation suddenly sinks in. He his dead. The man that was handing us drinks a couple days ago is now dead.
His body hangs from a rock formation that goes to wall to wall about 12 feet above us. Not too high but still would be difficult to get up too. I look to the wall and see if there are any good places to climb. The right side wall is completely flat and would be impossible to climb up. But the left side is rough and jagged.
"You're not thinking about climbing that. Are you?" Jennifer asks.
"I need to get flash drive."
"Your seriously gonna risk your life to get a stupid flash drive?"
"Yes" I say as I start climbing. I step up on the first jagged edge and immediately slip off, scratching my forearm in the process. I try again. I flashback to sixth grade when we went to a field trip to climb the rock wall at the YMCA. I was pretty worried cause I really wanted to make it to the top. I summon my inner sixth grader and pretend that this is a competition to make it to the top.
