Everything's Fucked;

"It’s a town in California. There’s a bunch of us here, if you haven’t noticed. Useless?" Allison couldn’t help but crack a smile. If only she knew. "No. I use it to hunt" She shrugged, it was an inconspicuous excuse but as close to the truth as physically possible.

Hunt? Around here? Well, aren't you just special. You'll catch something for me one day, yeah?

It’s a hobby, from back home in Beacon Hills. I used to do it as a competitive sport but, that was a long time ago. 

Beacon Hills? Where the fuck is that? Yeah? What do you do it for now, then? Just to do it? Don't you find that a little useless?

Naoms. 

No, thank-you. 

Right. Why d'you need to train with that thing anyways?

Guess I’m back. Where’s everyone?

Em, there you are. I've been trying to fucking find you for hours.

You’re going to smoke in here?

What? My new girlfriend. 

Call it a hobby..

I was.. fixing it. 

Fixing it, yeah? Why do you even need it? That's mental.