Weapons

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After a while, Eleanor drives back to where they were.

"Eleanor!" Isabella exclaims.

"What?" Eleanor asks.

"I got the location."

"Huh?"

"Wait, you got the location?" Bob asks.

"Yeah, I think she now knows the location of Dylan Brady and Luna Zavala" Owen says.

"What's the location?"

Isabella tells Eleanor the location. Writer's note: I wanted to type a location in but, that might be someone's actual location, so I decided not to.

"Finally, somebody actually did something good!" Owen exclaims.

"Hey!" Eleanor and Bob exclaim.

Eleanor then drives to the House.

At the House

"We've rested long enough" Otto begins. "Come on, let's go."

"But... we haven't rested for to long" I say.

"No, we don't have enough time, let's go."

"Fine."

The three of them walk for a long time.

Dylan wonders about Luna says. He can't trust anyone. Not even Luna or Otto maybe not even the police or any other neighbors or even his family. No. It can't be it must just be a stranger... right?

Eventually, they make it out of there.

"Finally! We're out of here!" Luna exclaims.

"Yeah..." I say.

"Now, we gotta get out of here" Otto says.

"But..."

"But what?" Dylan and Luna ask.

"We need weapons."

"Just in case, the black figure attacks us."

"Yeah.... he's right" I say.

"So... one last time, what's your plan?" Luna asks.

"Well... I'll say it quickly."

"We'll get weapons and because Dylan already called the police, the police should arrive and then somehow I'll prove I'm innocent to them."

"Well... Dylan filmed the black figure.

I'm left stunned.

Otto glares at me. I stay silent, but I'm upset at Luna. I look away, in anger and sadness.

Luna promised me she wouldn't tell Otto that, now, I'm angry and feel betrayed, but it's the best if I just stay quiet.

"Hand me the camera."

I still don't reply.

I give Otto the camera.

Otto watches the video.

"Great, just great. Dylan, you could have died!"

"Listen, you do what I say. Alright? Do you get that?" Otto asks in frustration.

I still stay silent.

"Grrr..."

I clench my fist, I don't know what I do, how do I say this to him.

"Dylan, are you even considering the consequences of your actions?"

I am, but, I am unable to say yes.

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