forum It’s a Horror One on One (Closed)

Started August 05, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Yeah, but they might be totally dead," Connor pointed out. They shifted a bit, wincing as the position put a bit of weight on their bad ankle. They ignored it as they grabbed the end of the material and yanked it up

Clare grabbed a bit of the red material, helping Connor to pull it up. Eventually, they both were able to pull it up out of the ground. “Looks like a fucked up tent to me.”

"Looks like a fucked up tent," Connor agreed. They held it away from their body a tad, almost as if they were afraid it was diseased or something. "Should we go through it or something?"

“Might as well,” Clare hummed, beginning to dig through it. Eventually, she found a wallet, and held it up. “Bam, look at that,” she said, opening it and going through it. “Looks like a family, parents and some kids.”

"Yeah, but who would leave their wallet? The dude must have gotten ganked out here if they left that behind," Connor said, pointing at the wallet as they spoke

“Who knows,” Clare hummed, searching through the wallet until she found a folded up passport. “Holy shit.. This thing is from, like, forever ago- 1998.”

"That's it, we're going to die out here. I hate to be the pessimist, but we're going to die out here," Connor said as they looked at the passport

“We dont know that, maybe whoever was here just left in a hurry and.. forgot all of this stuff,” Clare offered, getting back to her feet.

"Bitch, who would be in such a hurry they left all this shit behind? Unless they were being chased by a chainsaw murderer or satan's asshole?" Connor scoffed

“Okay, you have an obsession with Satan’s asshole,” Clare pointed out before speaking again. “Should we take it or leave it?” She asked, holding up the wallet.

"Is there any money?" Connor asked, peering over at the wallet as they tried to look at it a bit more. The owner was probably dead, so taking it wouldn't hurt if there was money

“So what if there is? We are not taking someone’s money!” Clare exclaimed, lightly hitting Connor upside the head with her palm.

"Bitch, the dude's totally dead!" Connor huffed as they rubbed at the back of their neck. "Maybe we can even snatch their credit cards and see if there's cash left on them."

“Bitch, that’s still stealing and still illegal!” Clare argued, shaking her head. Her dad was a retired cop, and she planned on going into the law enforcement, hopefully the FBI. She couldn’t do that if she had crimes on her record.

"But the guy is dead! His tent was buried under a shit ton of dirt, and if I'm the one taking the money you're the one with a clean record," Connor pointed out. They reached for the wallet, trying to snatch it from Clare's hand

Clare smacked Connor’s hand away, holding the wallet away from them. “I’m not letting you get arrested either. Don’t you fight me on this, I have a brother your size, and if I can beat his ass, I can certainly keep a wallet away from you.”

"Give the poor, almost black belt some money, would ya?" Connor protested, giving Clare their best pout as they did so. "I just had to spend all my savings fixing my guitar, and I still need new animation software."

“Connor, it’s not right. What if the kids in those photos are still alive? They are going to want all of this. Once we get out of this stupid forest and to a place with a computer, I’m sure we can look up an address to find them,” Clare argued.

Connor made a loud, exaggerated noise of exhasperation. “Okay, okay, fine. We’ll google the stupid family later when we’re not in this damn forest.”

Clare gave a smile when she knew she won the argument. She stuffed the wallet into her backpack before looking down at the destroyed tent. “I guess we should just leave this.”

“Yeah. No one will give a shit about a tent that ratty,” Connor said with a small laugh. They adjusted their bag a bit before looking around

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s keep going, then,” Clare hummed, checking her compass and map before beginning to walk in the southeast direction again.

Connor nodded, beginning to walk alongside Clare. They didn’t want to be the last one in line and risk getting picked off like in a horror movie

“You got any food or something in your backpack?” Clare asked. All this ‘fearing for their lives’ shit was making her hungry.

"Yep. Lucky for you, I pretty much always have food on me," Connor chuckled before reaching around them into their backpack. They grabbed a granola bar out of it and handed it to Clare