As Cammie stares at the empty school, she can all but hear Yaz or Chase in the back of her mind, telling her off for being so reckless as to come out here alone. Nevermind that she’s prepared herself with a baseball bat from the house, a flashlight and some tools from a toolkit shoved haphazardly into a dinky little purse she found in her room. She’s in the middle of an unknown environment in the dead of night, they’d be right to say it’s dangerous, but she was hardly going to just sit around and do nothing.
She considers the windows, but she’s only 5’1” and only recently started becoming anything close to athletic. Not to mention the dress she’s stuck in; she picked the most practical thing she could find, but the two guys in her house are a foot taller than her, so no trousers for her. Climbing up through a window is all but out of the question, alone like this.
Instead, she starts using the tools to bust a lock. It’s not the least noisy thing in the world, putting her on high alert for anyone that might hear. Luckily, despite looking like they belong in the 50s, the hearing aids from her room are as good as her normal ones— so she hears the sudden, second source of movement without issue.
She spins on her heel, wielding a screwdriver like a weapon instead of the baseball bat, which she remembers a second too late. Fuck. Please be another actual person and not some monster, she’s not keen to know what injuries feel like when it’s not a robot body in a suit of armour taking the hits.
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As Cammie stares at the empty school, she can all but hear Yaz or Chase in the back of her mind, telling her off for being so reckless as to come out here alone. Nevermind that she’s prepared herself with a baseball bat from the house, a flashlight and some tools from a toolkit shoved haphazardly into a dinky little purse she found in her room. She’s in the middle of an unknown environment in the dead of night, they’d be right to say it’s dangerous, but she was hardly going to just sit around and do nothing.
She considers the windows, but she’s only 5’1” and only recently started becoming anything close to athletic. Not to mention the dress she’s stuck in; she picked the most practical thing she could find, but the two guys in her house are a foot taller than her, so no trousers for her. Climbing up through a window is all but out of the question, alone like this.
Instead, she starts using the tools to bust a lock. It’s not the least noisy thing in the world, putting her on high alert for anyone that might hear. Luckily, despite looking like they belong in the 50s, the hearing aids from her room are as good as her normal ones— so she hears the sudden, second source of movement without issue.
She spins on her heel, wielding a screwdriver like a weapon instead of the baseball bat, which she remembers a second too late. Fuck. Please be another actual person and not some monster, she’s not keen to know what injuries feel like when it’s not a robot body in a suit of armour taking the hits.