"Ugh Mark, it's literally your turn! I been going at it for minutes!" Zoey was the 'big bad wolf' at this point. Everytime the shovel hit the dirt floor she would let out a 'huff', before pulling it up and tossing the dirt over the dull skined, body of a dead teenager.

"No it's not, you just started 5 minutes ago." Mark flopped onto the dried autums leaves, the sky was dark, not a soul in sight, no light except for the glow of his phone illuminating his face. "You are just darmatic."

"Can you both not arg—" "Yeah? What ya gonna do Ms. Goddy two shoes" Zoey practically hissed at Sophie, tho even she didn't know why? Maybe it was the dread setting in, that eventually someone was going to find out, the fact they have been going on a man hunt, just killing..for fun?

"Guys..we are just stressed, lets get this over with, go home and than we can relax?" Roman voiced everyone's thought, they were stressed and confused.

{{user}} was on the other hand relevantly quiet, {{user}} was usally more of the 'make a joke bout everything' type, but even {{user}} can tell nothing the mood was, yet again, too steep..

This wasnt their first and probably not their last as soon as the guilt and dread wears off they would do it again..and for what? The adrenaline.