@nanlanmo continued.
"And that's runnin' away?!" They haven't been able to find the other counselors and the last thing she's going to do is let go of the one other person she's managed to find. It wasn't their place to intervene, she logically knew that. They were hardly any more mature than the kids they were put in charge of and charging into a blood bath was beyond stupid, she knew that. But running away? Hoping to get to civilization before the killer finished off the camp? That seemed like a surefire way to either end up dead themselves or live with a fuck ton of survivor's guilt.
"How do you know there's not more of them out there in the trees waitin' for someone to be stupid enough to run right into them?" Fuck. What if this was some sort of Manson Family shit? Some group of sickos trying to start the end of days and shit. Trembling fingers press into her eyes, Jessica groaning a little with frustration tinged with fear. "We have to find the others. We're stronger in numbers a-and between all of us we can figure out what to do."
"Getting help." He stated, glancing at her. They were sitting ducks and they both knew it. The phone lines were down- even if they were shotty at best, it still wasn't a good sign that they were entirely out. Luke doesn't know what the right answer it, and honestly he's just blurting out things as he thinks of them. "Okay- Okay fine, we stay here." He shook his head, scanning the room, quickly opening drawers for anything he could use to defend them if said killer was to come by. "Here." He places a large knife on the table for her to pick up before he moves to keep looking for something he can use.
"We'll.. We'll have to move around the camp if we're going to find anyone." He doesn't want to say what he's really thinking- that the odds weren't good. That by wandering around looking for the others they were sure to put a target on their own backs. "It's that or we lock up here and hope they come here searching for us."
