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Chapter Six

"He's our only chance of surviving and you just want to leave him here?!"

"He's been asleep for six days Felix! Fucking think rationally about this! We need to be on the move, not sitting ducks! We don't need him!"

"He's been helping us and you know we don't know shit about America, explain how the fuck we're supposed to get to that group without him!"

It's silent for a moment, Felix glaring at Marzia and vise versa. "He's a psychopath Felix. He will kill us soon enough, it's better if we just leave now." Marzia says calmly. "And if I was him?" Pewds asks, never breaking her gaze.

Marzia doesn't say anything for a moment, but that's okay because Pewdie speaks up anyways. "Im not leaving. You can but I'm not."

"He'll kill you." Marzia states, watches Felix sit down on the couch behind him. Felix looks down at Cry, who's laying down on a sleeping bag on the floor, shirt gone, bandages wrapped around his torso, and shrugs. "Im not scared."

It's feels like the wind was just knocked out of her, but Marzia turns around and picks up her bag, slings it over her shoulder and walks to the door. She puts her hand on the knob and twists it, but just stands there.

"You're nothing without me."

"I know. Maybe I can be something now."

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Short but I don't give a shit. Not like yall do either.

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