It's 2016. This is Miami. We're both young, naive idiots who could never comprehend the dark underbelly of this world. You've been broken, and you need me. I've been sculpted, and I need you as well. We have a good thing going, where you won't let me leave, and I won't let you hurt. But what if everything began to change. Be honest - would you still be here with me?

"But what is that?" Camila questioned, pointing to the pink sand dunes in the horizon. Lauren's face hardened at the sight. "Those are the Badlands. We don't go there." Camila looked terrified, she didn't know where she was or how she got here but now it seems this Lauren girl was her only chance of surviving. If this really was going to be the case, Camila predicted her death to occur by the end of the week. After all, Lauren could only drive her crazy.