"Hey Plasty... I know we had our differences.. But could we maybe go for a little bloody fun, just like old times?"
“Really, you want to go out like old times?” She said ironic, grinning widely. “And how the fuck do I know this is not a plot of a heartbroken pup trying to kill me?”
Denise looked away, silent for that moment. Sure, she was unstable, but why would she want to kill Plast? She meant so much to the killer, even if she wasn’t one to admit her own feelings.
“You are all I have left. Haven’t talk to the gang or Jacket in so long.. It.. Feels wrong to be alone again.”














