[ oh, shauna is grabbing a knife. that makes sense. ]

He's not here. He's—still in the woods somewhere, I guess? [ it's really, really nice hearing shauna say that she wants to kill him, though, whoever he is. if she dies, you die. she repeats the sentence a few times in her head and decides that it must be why shauna ran off in the first place. to kill the guy who shot her.

maybe she even did it. the thought sends a sharp thrill right through melissa, and she chews at her bottom lip to keep from smiling. ]

A man, he had this crossbow, and he like—he shot me. [ suddenly all of the other details seem a lot less important, like the fact that not even thirty seconds before, lottie had brained the crossbow guy's friend with a fucking axe and then started fingerpainting on her own face with his blood.

anyway, it doesn't change the facts at hand: the guy did have a crossbow and he did shoot her. she's not, like, lying. ]

You, um, left me with Mari and Gen. [ if she dies, you die. ] To go after him.