the bookish type

He was feeling the same way that Deborah was feeling right now. He had known AJ, been friends with her the first time he arrived at camp, and now he might have to tell her parents that she was gone. Gone. The idea made him sick in his stomach though, and something in him told him, no. That maybe they should try to find them. 

“I think…..” He looks at Deborah for a moment, pausing to make sure he was really suggesting the right thing, as they had just survived one night with that monster, Jason. “We should find them. They gotta be out there. Somewhere, anywhere. We gotta look for them. We gotta!”  It seemed the longer he started talking, the more frantic his voice got, and when he had finished he was lightly shaking Deborah. It was almost as if he was pleading with her and himself to go back or something. To find them, find some closure. 

Could she go back in there? She wasn’t even sure if she could. The chance of seeing her best friend dismembered. It was scary, and she wasn’t brave at all -- but the sun was up, and maybe Deborah could do it.. Just for the both of them to get some kind of closure. Her hand slipped from the blanket and rested on the wound on her shoulder.

“We should...” Deborah gave a small frown, fingers scratching at the bloodied bandage. There were enough cops there, they could be fine “-- I don’t know if I can. I’m not like you. I’m not.. I’m not brave and..”

     as the feminine voice was heard, zuka immediately turned their icy gaze towards her & proceeded to stare at her couple of seconds before giving an answer. “ yeah.. yeah i do. “ awkwardly, the person nodded their head carefully as they slid their hands into their jeans’ pockets, the fingers searching for the used item. soon, they pulled out the green lighter && politely handed it over to her with only few words. “ there. “ 

                 the sarcasm is floating thick around clarke as she nods at the greeting from the girl. her blue eyes scan the cabin before she let her bag slip from over her shoulder. ‘ great. thanks. ‘ a small smile graced her lips as she takes a seat on what she assumes is her bed, or at least an open bed. 

           ‘ so what kind of stuff are we gonna be doing this summer? ‘

             ‘ read bible verses, and teach kids that god is great. ‘

Usually Adam could handle things like this. But people were missing, and they both knew that could only mean one thing. Especially AJ. He felt a bit guilty about that. He should’ve been there for her and he wasn’t. He wasn’t there for any of them. To protect them.

“I haven’t either. I….think they’re right, you know.” 

Her hands had ceased shaking minutes befoe, and the realisation that her best friend was gone was weird. Eric had persuaded Deborah to be here, and she couldn’t help. “---- Oh god, I’m gonna have to tell Eric’s mom.” That was something she couldn’t do.