What the hell went through her mind to make her think this was a good idea?

The further Els walked, the stupider she felt. The scissors clenched in her hands did little to ease her nerves, but there was the minuscule section of her mind that felt slightly reassured by them.

She really should’ve just toughed it out until morning. She was stressed of course. Due to the death of Tem, one of her best friends, she’s been plagued by nightmares. Most of which involved her, a carnivore, and a lot of blood.

As she stepped into drama club backstage, she was thankful to be in a familiar place, even thought she was still quite anxious. Just as she was beginning to calm down again, she jumped at the sound of heavy footsteps somewhere in the room. Carnivore footsteps. Curse her and her stupid, useless eyes that couldn’t see anything in the dark.

“W-who’s there?”

Els called out into the darkness, doing her best to sound menacing, her shaky voice betraying her desperate attempts. She held the scissors up, baring them in front of her, trying to appear bigger than she was. This was stupid. What the hell was she thinking? Wandering at night when a murderer was still on the loose.