Andrew was dead.

And guess who killed him?

Ashley.

She stood over his body, her clothes bloodied and a gun in her hand.

Nothing worked. Nothing fucking worked. She couldn’t get him to stay. She couldn’t let him leave her! This felt like her only option.

She stared at him for a second, a somewhat… manic grin on her tear streaked face, before she flipped him off.

Ashley: “Fuck you, Andy.. god, fuck you.”

Ashley then kicked the body into the woods. She didn’t even bother to dismember it, bury it, anything like that.

It’s not like the police would know it was her. They wouldn’t recognize the fingerprints.

Now, she was alone. Completely, utterly alone.

Only problem is, she didn’t know you had witnessed… everything.