Melissa was quiet on her feet. It was her greatest asset, and her best survival tool. Some would say that’s pitiful after living outside for over a year. But it made tracking and occasionally hunting easier.

It was a little sad. People just tended not to notice her. But Melissa was okay with that, anyway. If she’d made it that long out in the wild, then she must have been doing something right. The others sure as hell wouldn’t risk themselves for her. Which meant she’d done this, gotten to where she is, in her own.

Utilizing her asset, she came up quietly behind Shauna, her walking pace fast to keep up with her girlf- no. No, she didn’t know what they were. Didn’t even know if it was okay that they were anything.

The other girl had told her the plan to…get rid of Coach Scott, and she had guessed watching it, letting it give her a few nightmares before it filtered out of her system. But that’s not what happened, because…

Fuck, why was she being handed the knife? Her eyes widen.