"Doesn't matter. When are you free?" Charlotte grinned.
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{ omg. o3o I need to find a way to get Dust back in here. }
Josh struggled to his feet, vision swaying in front of him wildly. He felt like he was about to get sick again, but doubted he had anything else to throw up. As he backed away, his feet slipped and slided on the blood-soaked floor.
He twirled on his heel, panting in an effort to get oxygen into his lungs. He felt like someone had ripped him apart limb from limb. He needed someone to talk to. But who? His mom was dead. His sister was dead. He had no friends except...
Except Erin. But she seemed pretty pissed and unwilling to talk to him at the moment.
He staggered across the livingroom, ignoring the fact that his clothes stuck to his body where he'd gotten blood on him. His hair hung in lank strips in front of his eyes, which was good considering it hid the fact that tears were welled up there.
His hand met the front doorknob, but he paused for a moment. What would Erin say when he walked up, all covered in blood and wild-looking? Josh decided he didn't really care. He jerked the door open, and wandered outside. Fresh air filled his lungs, making him feel light-headed.
He started to jog, sniffing the air carefully. He was following her scent trail.
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