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ACT i. a waitress, a drug dealer and a teacher walk into a meth lab! CHAPTER vi. ❛ KARMA'S A BITCH. ❜
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SEPTEMBER 28TH, 2008. ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO.
"COME ON," AUGUST PLEADS AS SHE SCRAPES HER bound wrists against the edge of a rock. Her skin was now raw and abraded but she steers towards the jagged all the same. For if the girl were to fail her great escape, she was in for another world of pain. Two more sawing motions and her binds fall apart. Wasting no time, she frees her ankles before turning to the unconscious Jesse Pinkman. Despite her shaking, he was still out cold. Perfect. Though she supposes she should just be glad he's breathing. Still, she needed to move. And whilst August couldn't just abandon Jesse, she also didn't need to join him as dead weight. So, stepping out into the hellish sun, she took off in the direction of the RV. She needed to help Mr. White.
Silently, August crept up to the vehicle window and peered inside just in time to witness an explosion.
As the girl hurries towards the door, Walter White comes hurtling through it. Immediately slamming it shut, they hear the sound of pounding and spluttering on the other side. Walter and August make no move to save the dealers as a mysterious toxin took to their lungs. They were even less convinced when one started shooting holes through the walls. August and Walter duck well out of sight before enacting in a terrible coughing fit. It appears some of the gas had made its way to their lungs and was having fun in seriously poisoning them. August hated that it came as a relief when blood started seeping under the door. And finally, after what appears to make two excruciating deaths, silence befalls them. But it isn't enough. Because knowing that the pair were dead, and that August had just helped murder them, meant their dying sounds were about to haunt her for the rest of her life. The awful gasps and wheezing, their harrowing screams, the desperation as they scratched on the walls. Their final convulsions as they die in their own blood and spit and vomit. It was too much.
