"I never trusted the scarecrows" Sarah said, as if the pride in her fear of everything would somehow changed our circumstances from dire to mildly lethal. What she seemed to forget was that nobody in their right mind would trust a scarecrow, let alone turn their back to one long enough to get us all into a situation where the best outcome was that only one person would die before the first day of winter.
We had five hours remaining, nine so far spent hiding in the rusty remains of the tractor graveyard outside of town. If Sarah had only stayed home for once and not gone out of her way to come with us and get us into peril yet again then we'd be safely inside the town's grounds, standing a much better chance of evading the scarecrows instead of joining their ranks.
Sure our town's had the traditional "Scarecrow Fun Run" with a 2% death rate guaranteed every year but it's different when they're out and about later than they should be and they've already whetted their appetite on Milo. If I've had even the slightest inkling that Sarah would be a typical tripper and rush up to the first scarecrow she saw to snap a photo of it (with the flash on, of course) then I would have straight up told her to sod off.
But no, she had to come along to be a part of the group and cause the death of someone I've known for nine years now. It wouldn't have been so bad if she was genuinely ignorant and if nobody had told her but we sent her all the do's and do not's in an email and then reminded her again while we were leaving.
Judging by the dampness in the steps below us I'd say that Milo hascome to find us himself sat down and is tilting his head around like he's trying to listen out for us. Even though we pulled the ladder up with us I'm not taking any chances tonight and if this gets read then assume that we as a group failed to smother Sarah and her incessant sobbing lead them right to us.
Little Miss I-Understand-Completely will be dragged in front of them if we make it out of this alive but for now we've got just over four hours to go and now she won't stop hyperventilating. It's so easy to forget that most people haven't ever seen death up close, let alone seen their friend's flesh and bones sucked out of them, leaving the scarecrows to stuff his pulpy skin with barley and replace his eyes with old Roman coins.
Just in case, my final words will be "God dammit Sarah" before dying in the usual scarecrow-related way.
We had five hours remaining, nine so far spent hiding in the rusty remains of the tractor graveyard outside of town. If Sarah had only stayed home for once and not gone out of her way to come with us and get us into peril yet again then we'd be safely inside the town's grounds, standing a much better chance of evading the scarecrows instead of joining their ranks.
Sure our town's had the traditional "Scarecrow Fun Run" with a 2% death rate guaranteed every year but it's different when they're out and about later than they should be and they've already whetted their appetite on Milo. If I've had even the slightest inkling that Sarah would be a typical tripper and rush up to the first scarecrow she saw to snap a photo of it (with the flash on, of course) then I would have straight up told her to sod off.
But no, she had to come along to be a part of the group and cause the death of someone I've known for nine years now. It wouldn't have been so bad if she was genuinely ignorant and if nobody had told her but we sent her all the do's and do not's in an email and then reminded her again while we were leaving.
Judging by the dampness in the steps below us I'd say that Milo has
Little Miss I-Understand-Completely will be dragged in front of them if we make it out of this alive but for now we've got just over four hours to go and now she won't stop hyperventilating. It's so easy to forget that most people haven't ever seen death up close, let alone seen their friend's flesh and bones sucked out of them, leaving the scarecrows to stuff his pulpy skin with barley and replace his eyes with old Roman coins.
Just in case, my final words will be "God dammit Sarah" before dying in the usual scarecrow-related way.
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