Alone With Myself and My Mind

Fault is An Ugly Word.

Mike. You better take that shit back, this isn't my fault. If you don't I swear I'll- "Where's everyone else...?" Deven wonders for a bit, unfortunately making me lose my train of thought that came loaded with a rant about how I would kill Mike. Anyway, it isn't a bad question, and I would try and answer if it weren't for the ground still shaking a decent force. If it's looking for a virgin sacrifice, hit me up. If it's not, sacrifice me anyway, or at least if this really is my fault, which I know it isn't.

"We need to get somewhere safe." Where does Deven think is safe?

"There's nowhere we can go right now, but I have a feeling we have something to do with it..." Alkina, that's a pretty strong suggestion you're giving off there... I feel a bit put on the spot, but I don't have to say anything about it.

Lucy is still sitting on the ground where I had dropped her, her head in her arms. She's probably mourning the deaths of 6 $200 textbooks that are now in the rubble with everything else. I happened to not take my backpack off for some reason, and I think my textbooks are still in there. I'll gladly give those to her if it calms her down. Better her than me. 

"Here. They're dusty, but what do you expect from me?" I mused as I took the (indeed) dusty books from my backpack, and handed them over, finally having an excuse for why I don't have any of my own. She's still being a bit ungrateful, but she's calm now at least.

"So... what now? Wendy's, anyone?" 

"Corbin. You just got your pile of flavoring from the school's nuclear waste pile, I think you can wait a little." Sometimes he really didn't know what he was saying until I would tell him.

Alkina still had the audacity to check her messages, having sat down on the half dead grass to do so, and I shut the laptop, luckily not crushing her fingers, for she had retracted them. "Not the time, you can hang out with your boyfriend later, but we need to find out why we're out here." Alkina whines a bit and opens her laptop again, which I expected. I don't do anything about it except roll my eyes, finally facing the fact that she won't stop.

"Anyways, where do you guys think we should go?" I found myself kind of repeating Deven's question, but I'm not asking for somewhere safe.

"Wendy's is still on the table." Corbin never knows when to fucking stop, does he?

"We're not going there." Maybe this second time I reel on him he'll stop. Geez, did this earthquake shake their brains out or something? Speaking of which, it's stopped now, fortunately.

I had to take a moment to process all of this, especially how in absolute fuck we got an earthquake somewhere we shouldn't. I almost wish as if some little elf (not Alkina, I don't think she'd want to) or fairy would pop up and explain all this crap, like in the movies. That's not going to happen, though, I know it.

"He's not responding anymore. Maybe he's busy now." Alkina changes completely without him, huh? For now, though, that's for the better, since we probably need all the help we can get.

"Maybe he's dea-" I had to slug Corbin to stop him from finishing that sentence. He does not know what she could do if he did. I actually should've let him get hurt or worse, to finally shut him up.

"Um, Lucy?" The other girl (I still don't know her name, I should ask.) finally spoke up, seeming to notice something wrong with Lucy, other than the need to study 24/7. Lucy didn't seem to respond, either, and we all got worried, as expected.

"Maybe she's de-" It was Deven's turn to punch Corbin, who doubled over from this second slug. "O-Oww... y-you didn't have to punch me that hard." Deven looked confused, looking at his hands. "I-I didn't punch you that hard. At all." Okay, this is getting a bit freaky. If everyone is going through transformations and all that shit, then what's going to happen to me?

"She's alive, just fainted or something, I guess." The girl spoke again, looking sure about her answer to Lucy's current state. I wonder what she's thinking right now. Maybe she wants to kill me. Eh, that's fine. Still, I'm just as confused about this now as I was earlier, and things aren't getting any clearer.

I just hope we're all okay.