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RUN That's all you can do RUN Screams chase you through the trees, invisible wraiths shrieking into your ears RUN Bodies fall, blood rains, whimpers echo RUN The dead stare at you, eyes dull and lifeless, their gaze judging and accusatory RUN They reach for you, calling you to join them RUN An axe glints in the moonlight <div class="choice">[[I scream|p1p1]]</div>

The nightmare snaps you awake and you lurch upwards, a strangled scream dying in your throat as you toss the sweat covered comforter off of you. In your panic you roll, expecting an axe to cleave downwards at any moment but as you come to your senses realizing it was simply another nightmare it is already too late, you find nothing but air waiting for you. You hit the ground next to your bed and immediately bite back a shriek of pain as your shoulder scraps the bed frame. Six years ago you learned to never scream. Screaming only ever leads to death. Instead you bite your lip and hiss a faint "Fuck!" as you hold your shoulder and roll onto your knees, through your tears your eyes briefly spot the machete hidden under your bed. You have to resist the urge to reach for it. Your therapist would say that keeping weapons hidden throughout your home is not healthy, but you have never told her, and quite frankly you disagree with that sentiment. With a huff you push yourself up, looking at your clock you can't help but sigh in exasperation. It's 4:30 in the morning. For a brief moment you stare at your bed and contemplate crawling back under the covers, but you decide that trying to fall back asleep in sweat drenched sheets is just not worth the effort. "Hey Ailia, turn on the lights." A second later all the lights in your home snap on. "Of course <<textbox "$name" "Nancy">>. Is there anything else I can do for you?" The chipper voice of your home VI says happily. "You seem to have woken up far earlier than you normally would. Is everything alright?" "Mhmm, it's fine, just a nightmare" "I see. Shall I schedule an appointment with your therapist?" You groan and roll your eyes, your feet carrying you into the ensuite washroom, "No, don't bother. It was just a normal nightmare" "Very well. Let me know if there is anything else you require." You barely mumble a response as you cover your mouth, a large yawn over taking you. You manage to stumble your way into the washroom without further incident and and have to squint as you stare into the mirror as your eyes travel across your shoulder. Blood trickles down the side of your arm and it looks like the scrape goes all the way around to the back. Turning confirms that it indeed does get worse as it goes, in fact you could probably do with some stitches. Reaching up you dip two fingers in the blood trailing down your arm and back before you bring your hand up, eyes glazing over as you stare intently at your bloody digits. You became numb to the sight of blood six years ago. <div class="choice">[[With a grunt I snap out of it and quickly wash my hands before I gather what I need to fix my shoulder.|p1p2]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Without even thinking I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick the blood from them before I wash my hands and gather what I need to fix my shoulder.|p1p2]]</div> <div class="choice">[[My hand trembles slightly as I stare at the blood. It's not fear, it's something else. After a moment I tear my eyes away and wash my hands before I gather what I need to fix my shoulder|p1p2]]</div>

In the years since the massacre you have taken it upon yourself to learn skills that would help you survive should the impossible happen and you ever find yourself in such a situation again. Using one of them now to stitch up an injury from falling out of bed seems like a waste and with a grunt of pain you slide the long, curved needle through your flesh before you expertly secure the end of the suture. You quickly gather up everything and clean up after yourself. As you close the medicine cabinet you brush your fingers along the handle of the KaBar you keep inside. The blade is the one thing you still have from what happened six years ago. You had used it to defend yourself after taking it from the corpse of another camper and even when you had been pulled from that rundown cabin by the authorities, half dead, hypothermic, and gibbering like a mad woman, you had held tight to the blade. Checking the digital clock in the corner of the mirror you sigh again wishing you could just crawl back into bed. Reaching over you instead turn on the shower figuring that the next best thing will be a nice warm shower. Waiting for the water to heat up you wiggle out of your shorts and toss them into the hamper with your bloody tank top. Normally a warm shower after a night terror would be just the thing you need to function on a basic level for the day, but with the cut along your shoulder you spend most of the time yelping in pain every time you try to clean the drying blood from your shoulder. But you do eventually manage to make it through the unpleasant experience. As you're drying off, doing your best to not flex your shoulder too much you slowly become aware that the smell of freshly brewed coffee is slowly working its way into the washroom. <div class="choice">[[Next|p1p3]]</div>

Wrapping yourself up in your fluffy housecoat you shuffle out of the washroom and down the stairs. As you enter your kitchen you are greeted by a shock of bright blue hair held up in flamboyant style with a black polka dot kerchief. You can't help but smile as your best friend turns to you with a wide smile. "Morning darlin'" Laura, your neighbor and best friend strides over to you, her red vintage dress swinging around her as she pulls you into a hug. You do your best not to flinch from the pain shooting up from your shoulder. But she seems to notice regardless, backing up and holding you at arm's length. "Again? $name you really are the biggest klutz I know. Honestly, who falls out of bed that much?" "That's me, just a big klutz" You shrug with a smile, immediately regretting it. "Well, let me see." She reaches towards your shoulder. <div class="choice">[["No!" I quickly back away. She has seen the bruises I get from my night terrors before, but this is so much worse.|p1p4][$backoff1 to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I simply sigh, reaching up and sliding the edge of the housecoat from my shoulder.|p1p4]]</div>

<<if $backoff1 is true>>Laura's eyes widen in shock for a brief moment before her hands come up to her slender hips and she frowns. "What the hell $name?" "Laura, I'm sorry." You rub the injured shoulder gently as you stare at her. "It was just really bad this time and I don't want you to worry." She simply scoffs. "Well it's too late for that now isn't it. Just show me hun, it can't be that bad." She cocks an eyebrow as she stares expectantly. With grunt you shift the shoulder of your housecoat aside letting her see the fresh suture running along your shoulder. Laura's eyes widen in shock as she sees the freshly sutured wound on your shoulder as her hand flys to her mouth. "Darlin! What happened?" It doesn't take long to explain that you had a night terror and as you fell out of bed your shoulder caught the edge of the old metal bed frame scraping your skin open.The entire time she gently probes your shoulder with her delicate fingers and you could swear that it feels better after she pulls away and shakes her head. "I keep tellin' ya to replace that old frame with something sturdy."<</if>> <<if $backoff1 is false>> Laura's eyes widen in shock as she sees the freshly sutured wound on your shoulder as her hand flys to her mouth. "Darlin! What happened?" It doesn't take long to explain that you had a night terror and as you fell out of bed your shoulder caught the edge of the old metal bed frame scraping your skin open.The entire time she gently probes your shoulder with her delicate fingers and you could swear that it feels better after she pulls away and shakes her head. "I keep tellin' ya to replace that old frame with something sturdy."<</if>> Laura turns and leans over the island, plucking a steaming mug from the opposite side before thrusting it into your hands. "Yer go-juice! Drink up, sounds like ya need it after that nightmare. Explains why the lights were on." She pulls you towards the small table next to the kitchen window and sits you down before spinning back towards the stove and fiddling with something in the pan. It's not an uncommon event for Laura to show up in your kitchen when you have nightmares. She always just seems to appear with exactly what you need in that moment and you adore her for that. "At least tell me you didn't hear me screaming this time" You mumble as you take a sip of the warm liquid in your mug, humming happily as you do. She freezes slightly at your question but quickly goes back to flipping what appear to be pancakes. "I did, it sounded bad this time." <div class="choice">[["No more than usual" I shrug with my good shoulder and try to downplay just how bad it was this time.|p1p5]]</div> <div class="choice">[["Yeah" I fiddle with the mug, spinning it on the table. "Yeah, this one was pretty bad."|p1p5]]</div>

"Sweetie..." She looks over at you and smiles gently. "You know I will never push you into telling me why you have these nightmares, why sudden sounds cause you to turn feral and aggressive, or even why you keep things like this hidden around your house." She strides over and bends down reaching under the small table, giving you an excellent view of her cleavage as she does, before pulling the trench knife you keep hidden away into view, spinning it on her finger as she does. "I will never push for the answers. I know something happened to you, something terrible, but I hope someday you will trust me enough to tell me why my best friend is basically ready to fight a one woman war if it came to that." //Well damn// you think to yourself. You know she is right, someday you should tell her. At this point in your life only your therapist knows what happened to you six years ago and up until now you have been content to keep it that way, but now that you know Laura has shown she knows about the weapons you keep stashed away, not to mention the fact she is always here for you, you know that you owe her an explanation. But a part of you finds the idea repellent. Back before you moved to the town of Rock Gate lots of people in your life knew about what had happened. Your family, friends, strangers, the media, they all knew and it was like living in a constant hell. People began to treat you like a pariah, even your family began to push you away, everyone scared to be anywhere near you. It didn't help that you and your ex where both prone to explosive outbursts of fear, rage, and violence at the time. It certainly was not helpful that the killer had never been caught, let alone identified. But at that point your life was hell. Now you have this fear deep in your heart that if anyone who was now in your life learned about what had happened to you they would have the same reaction and you would be alone again. But you should tell her, Laura at least would never abandon you...right? "Hey, hun, you alright? Yer in some pretty deep thoughts there." You jerk slightly when you realize that you had been staring at your drink for so long Laura has had a chance to place a plate of pancakes and bacon next to you and taken a seat in the opposite chair with her own coffee. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Uh, listen Laura I know I should tell you why I am like...this" You wave your hand across yourself casually. "I owe it to you at the very least. But, I'm just not ready." In response she reaches across and takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently. "It's fine sweetie, I know you will tell me when you are ready. Just know that whatever it is I will always be here for you and nothing you say, NOTHING will ever drive me away alright?" <div class="choice">[[Oh...oh damn. My eyes just stay locked on her hand wrapped around mine and I can feel my heart speeding up. I didn't think it was possible for me to ever feel like again this after what happened. 💜|p1p6][$lauraro to +1]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Wha...I can feel my cheeks heating up as I stare into Laura's eyes. She has a tiny smirk on her face that she hides with a sip of coffee. 💜|p1p6][$lauraro to +1]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I stare at our hands for a moment before I look at her and smile, squeezing back. "Okay". She simply smiles in response before taking a sip of her coffee.|p1p6]]</div>

The rest of the morning goes by fairly uneventfully. You and Laura enjoy a pleasant enough breakfast despite everything, talking about what's going on in your respective work lives. Laura just landed yet another modeling gig for some high end fashion magazine running a 50's pin-up/rockabilly spread while you are dealing with all the fun aggravations that come with working for a tech giant. Helping you wash the dishes you and Laura joke back and forth for a bit and you end up joking that she must not need sleep with everything she has on her plate it shouldn't be possible to do everything. "Nope! I don't need sleep at all. I do enjoy it though" She giggles as she heads for the door. As you head for the bedroom your alarm goes off, blaring loudly from across the house and you have to run to turn it off as it slowly grows louder. "Good morning ma'am" Ailia chirps happily, "Now that it is the time you normally wake up would you like to hear your schedule for the day?" You grunt an affirmative as you head into the washroom to get ready. "Excellent! You are running interviews for your division from 8:00 am until noon at which time you have a lunch scheduled with Miss Kahn." That makes you smile, you're the only one at work who happens to be friends with the boss outside of work and everyone hates you for it. "There is a division meeting set for 1:30pm that blacks out the rest of the day after that I am afraid." That one makes you groan. Hours spent in a cramped room filling in the other division heads on how yours is performing. Luckily you run a tight ship. "Thank you Ailia." "You are most welcome ma'am." "Uuuuugh" The groan slips from deep within your gut as you stare at yourself in the mirror, the prominent bags under your eyes taunting you as you stare into your <<cycle "$eyes" autoselect>> <<option "brown">> <<option "hazel">> <<option "light blue">> <<option "dark blue">> <<option "grey">> <<option "black">> <<option "green">> <</cycle>> eyes. It's going to be a long day. First things first, you need to wrangle your hair into some semblance of order. You reach up and run your hand over your <<cycle "$hairl" autoselect>> <<option "short">> <<option "chin-length">> <<option "shoulder-length">> <<option "back-length">> <<option "waist-length">> <<option "hip-length">> <</cycle>>, <<cycle "$hairc" autoselect>> <<option "black">> <<option "dark brown">> <<option "light brown">> <<option "dark blonde">> <<option "light blonde">> <<option "dark red">> <<option "light red">> <</cycle>> hair. By the time you finish you realize that you still have more then an hour before you need to leave for work. While you could just plant yourself in front of your computer you decide that you may as well be productive and strip down your bed, tossing the sheets into the washer before slipping a fresh set onto the bed. <div class="choice">[[Next|p1p7]]</div>

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Gaige Lockhart

Fight, Kill, Survive

The Final Girl

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Once that's done you roam through the house checking all the locks on every door and window. Making sure every blade, club, and gun is secure in it's own hidden location. As you slip the frame of your flamethrower back into the secret space in the closet you wonder if you'll ever really need such a thing, but you spent days building it based off the specs you downloaded it and it does work. Tapping it with a finger you nod and close the space. May as well keep it handy. "Miss $name, it is time to get ready for work." You glance at your phone and nod, thanking the VI again. While she can sometimes be an annoyance it is mandatory for all staff to have one installed in their home. Apparently it is for security reasons. You have to admit she has had her uses. Entering the bedroom you strip off the house coat and toss it on the bed, turning to the armoir you open it and do a quick check of the saiga shotgun hidden inside. Happy it is secure you pull out what you wear to work and quickly get dressed. <div class="choice">[[I am the head of security at the site. Luckily the company is fairly easy going and the '"uniform"' consists of black slacks, a dark blue t-shirt with Security on the front and back, as well as a pair of heavy duty work boots with steel toes. Slipping the bullet vest on over my tanktop I take the time to adjust it until comfortable and then put on the t-shirt.|p1p8][$job to "Security"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Working in the site legal deparment means I need to wear something professional and my wardrobe is filled with bespoke suits, none of which I paid for. Being the lead for the department means I have a large allowance for keeping my wardrobe up to date and as a young company it also means that I am not required to wear a skirt or heels. Though I keep all options available so I can mix and match based on my mood.|p1p8][$job to "Lawyer"]]</div> <div class="choice">[[No one seems to expect the members of R&D to wear anything specific and many of the employees under me usually stick to an extreme casual look. But I tend to go business casual with a nice pair of slacks or skirt depending on my mood, a blouse, and comfortable pair of shoes. Most of the time it's all hidden under my lab coat, but the times I dont have to wear one I like to appear at least semi-professional|p1p8][$job to "R&D"]]</div>

One last check of yourself in the mirror and you decide that you are ready to go. Your <<cycle "$hairt" autoselect>> <<option "straight">> <<option "wavey">> <<option "curly">> <<option "kinky">> <<option "frizzy">> <</cycle>> hair tamed and secure. You have managed to hide away the bags under your eyes thanks to years of experience with lack of sleep. Overall you feel like you are ready to head to work. That thought alone makes you grumble as you head to the front door, scooping your bag and ID off the table by the door. Slipping into your car you find you have to adjust the seat for some strange reason, your <<cycle "$height" autoselect>> <<option "very short">> <<option "short">> <<option "average">> <<option "tall">> <<option "very tall">> <</cycle>> frame making driving difficult if you leave it where it is. Putting the odd position of your seat out of your mind you start the car and pull out of your driveway. It's just another day in the life of a final girl post massacre. Get up, go to work, try not to break down, go home, sleep, repeat. Like every other day you utter a silent prayer to the universe that it will just be another dull day. [[Unfortunately it doesn't seem to hear you this time.|p1p9]]

The birds are chirping happily overhead, completely unbothered by the scene taking place below them. Dozens of uniformed police and crime techs scoured the area taking pictures, marking location, and attempting to not vomit on evidence, but to the birds it all means very little. To chief Jason Arman it means a massive headache. Three dead, all brutally chopped into the equivalent of human kindling by some psycho. Two of the victims, one male, one female lay in pieces at his feet, the third was a few hundred yards to the north and that just meant another major headache. The third victim, another male, was dismembered on land belonging to Kahn Tech, which meant they were involving themselves and as if answering his internal grumbling the sites director Kory Kahn herself was marching towards him with a half dozen security goon trailing her. "Chief Arman, would you care to explain why you have dozens of your jackboots parading around private property?" The chief blows out a stream of smoke from his cigar before turning to the shrill woman. She could obviously see the crime scene but was making it a bigger problem than it needed to be, her reasons for doing so a mystery to the chief himself. "Miss Kahn, as you can see we have an active crime scene and well I am sure the victim who ran onto your property and was subsequently hacked to death would have surely chosen another direction if he knew the inconvenience it would cause you it is too late for that now. So for the time being your private property is part of this criminal investigation." He brought his cigar back to his lips and inhaled deeply. For her part Kory simply growled and bared her teeth slightly at the chief, her security detail tensing behind her. "You will be hearing from our lawyers about this" "Oh I have no doubt" Came the reply. "At least tell me you have a suspect, or something that would give you some hint as to who did this?" She seemed to deflate slightly at the chief's refusal to engage in an argument with her. "You could say that" With a snap of his fingers he caught the attention of the nearest deputy who came scrambling over and handed him a large, clear bag, which he held up for the director to see. "We have the murder weapon." The bloody axe caught the morning light, reflecting it into Kory's eyes, but she made no move to blink or evade the brilliance. <div class="choice">[[Next Chapter|c1p1]]</div>

The parking lot for the Rock Gate site of Kahn Tech is just about half full by the time you pull into your space near the entrance, but based on the line of cars quickly flooding the massive asphalt construct you guess it won't be long before finding a spot gets dicey. Luckily being a division head means you get your own space right at the front along with the others. This also lets you notice two things. The first is that Low isn't here yet and that makes you immensely happy. She is usually the early bird, so for you to beat her into work will really bother her. The second is that it seems like Kory is not here either and that has you raising an eyebrow. Because her family owns the company she is usually one of the first ones here and in the four years you have worked at the site you have never once not seen her car in its reserved spot. Mulling the implications over in your head you slide out of your car, curse yourself for jumping slightly at the loud honk you knew was coming when you lock it, and head towards the front doors. <<if $job is "Security">>The two security officers manning the front desk both stand and give you a quick hand shake as you walk past, causing you to stop and exchange some small talk with your subordinates. Davis and Jensen are two of the night shift which meant they would be getting off in about twenty minutes and they seemed glad for it. The two had just moved in together and despite the concerns that came with two co-workers being in a relationship you had let them pursue it. You have yet to regret that decision as after two years they have always maintained a professional demeanor between themselves at work.<</if>> With a quick smile and wave to the two security guards manning the front desk you head towards the elevators and manage to just slip into one that is only partially full. Out of the fifteen people in the confined space only you and two others get off on the top floor, you have never seen these two before but with the hiring spree the company is on they are likely here for interviews. Your suspicions are confirmed as one of them, a short, slender woman approaches your assistants desk saying that she has an interview scheduled. With none of the others here yet you could start hers’ immediately. But that could lead to some issues if it runs into someone else's time. As you pass your assistant, Lorne, he smiles and hands you a warm mug, the interviewee quickly tightens up when she realizes you are who she is here to see. <div class="choice">[['"Beating your potential boss into work. Talk about being a go-getter."' I snicker along with Lorne. I take her resume from the stack my assistant has with him and motion for the woman to follow me.|c1p2a][$interview to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[["I look forward to our talk Miss," I glance at the resume my assistant waves at me, "Miss Klein." She nods in response and sticks out her hand "So do I ma'am" After a quick hand shake I head into my office.|c1p2b]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I don't bother acknowledging the woman and simply thank my assistant before heading into my office to prepare for my day.|c1p2b]]</div>

Striding into your office with the potential recruit is a new experience for you and it's one you are having a hard time dealing with. Typically you take the time to settle in and go over any potential issues that may have come up since the day before. But that is not possible with the interviewee standing next to you. It feels like your entire day may spin out of control from this one change. "Have a seat" You motion to the padded chairs opposite your own as you approach your desk. "Just give me a minute to run through your resume real quick and we can get started." Some of your co-workers like to read the resumes before hand, but you feel as though you can tell a lot about a person by how they act while you read their's infront of them. "Of course, thank you ma'am" She sits down gracefully and crosses one leg over the other, her back is straight, and she keeps her hands clasped in her lap. Overall she exudes professionalism. After hanging your jacket on the coat rack in the corner you slip into your own chair, four years of wear means it has conformed to you and is incredibly comfortable. With a quick sip from your mug you trace your eyes along her resume and are immediately surprised. Most resumes you read are filled with fluff and pointless bits that people think will help make them look good, but in truth it makes it less likely they will even see an interview, let alone get a position. However this woman, Olivier Klien according to her resume, is bare bones with exactly what you need to know front and center. Beyond that anything that could be an asset to the job but is not required is listed towards the end. <<if $job is "Security">> Miss Klien's resume is, quite frankly, astounding and if anything she is over qualified for the position she is applying for. Five years in the Canadian Special Operations Forces Command, another two working as an instructor after an injury meant she could not work in the field anymore, and then another three as a member of the RCMP. You glance up at her to find her staring out the window at the expanse of mountainous forest that is your view. She barely looks like she is into her twenties, but she must be at least in her early thirties if her resume is true. "This is quite the impressive resume Ms Klien, I'm fairly certain that with your experience you could have applied for a position much higher up then the entry level security job you have. Is there a reason for that?" She turns to stare at you and smiles slightly for a moment. Before she seems to make up her mind and nods. "Yes, two reasons actually. The first is that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer and I am moving to Rock Gate to help take care of her while she goes through chemo." //That's a hell of a reason// you think to yourself. "The second is that I am tired. After spending years doing what I did in the armed forces and then working in the RCMP I feel like I am better suited for something with a little less action." "Are you saying you're not up for handling stressful situations if the need arises?" "Not at all ma'am'' She continues to maintain her posture and not even her face gives away what is on her mind. "The occasional bit of dealing with protestors or an ex-employee is well within what I am capable of handling at this point. I'm sure that some of your current employees may find the position stressful, but for me it would be a nice change of pace from the constant go, go, go of what my life has been up until this point." You nod thoughtfully as you set the resume down. "Well then Miss Klein, let's get down to 'brass tacks' as they say" From here it evolves into a standard interview with you asking her questions about her previous positions, some of which she is not able to answer due to it being classified, but she does her best to accommodate you. You're surprised that she has very few questions of her own and when you ask why you learn that she has done more research into the company then any other potential employee you have ever interviewed. Overall the interview goes by smoothly and at a decent pace and by the time you are ready to let her go you realize that you have gone ten minutes into the time for whoever was supposed to be your first official interview of the day. "Well Miss Klien, I have everything I needed from you, are you sure that you had nothing else to ask?" "I'm positive ma'am" She stands and extends her hand to you as you do the same and you exchange a quick handshake before you escort her to the door. "Thank you for taking the time to come in, Miss Klien, you'll be hearing from me soon." "Naturally" she responds as she strides out past your assistant who looks between the two of you with a look of curiosity before he comes over and hands you a small stack of resumes. "Looks like you have about a dozen more to get through, boss." He glances over his shoulder to the five people currently sitting in your waiting area all trying to look like they are not eavesdropping on the conversation. "Though it seems like your first official interview of the day has not shown up." "There's always one," you sigh. "Alright, we will pick up with my 8:30 then. Mr. Parr?" You glance up as an older gentleman stands and adjusts his shirt as he strides over and extends his hand. With a quick shake you motion to your office. "Come on in''<</if>><<nobr>>/*LAWYER*/<</nobr>><<if $job is "Lawyer">> Miss Klien's resume is, quite frankly, astounding and if anything she is over qualified for the position she is applying for. Six years working for a top tier law firm in Vancouver as their lead defense, followed by another two working strictly pro bono cases for charities. From what you are reading she was in line for a judge's seat. You glance up at her to find her staring out the window at the expanse of mountainous forest that is your view. She barely looks like she is into her twenties, but she must be at least in her early thirties if her resume is true. "This is quite the impressive resume Ms Klien, I'm fairly certain that with your experience you could have applied for a position much higher up then offering legal advice to employees. Is there a reason for that?" She turns to stare at you and smiles slightly for a moment. Before she seems to make up her mind and nods. "Yes, two reasons actually. The first is that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer and I am moving to Rock Gate to help take care of her while she goes through chemo." //That's a hell of a reason// you think to yourself. "The second is that I am tired. After spending years doing what I did, spending my time in a courtroom day in and day out I decided it was time to back off and do something that would not be so stressful" "Are you saying you're not up for handling stressful situations if the need arises?" "Not at all ma'am'' She continues to maintain her posture and not even her face gives away what is on her mind. "Giving legal advice and connecting employees with attorneys who will be able to represent them, or even taking on the occasional case myself will be a welcome change. I'm sure that some of your current employees may find the position stressful, but for me it would be a nice change of pace from the constant go, go, go of what my life has been up until this point." You nod thoughtfully as you set the resume down. "Well then Miss Klein, let's get down to 'brass tacks' as they say" From here it evolves into a standard interview with you asking her questions about her previous positions, some of which she is not able to answer due to client privilege, but she does her best to accommodate you. You're surprised that she has very few questions of her own and when you ask why you learn that she has done more research into the company then any other potential employee you have ever interviewed. Overall the interview goes by smoothly and at a decent pace and by the time you are ready to let her go you realize that you have gone ten minutes into the time for whoever was supposed to be your first official interview of the day. "Well Miss Klien, I have everything I needed from you, are you sure that you had nothing else to ask?" "I'm positive ma'am" She stands and extends her hand to you as you do the same and you exchange a quick handshake before you escort her to the door. "Thank you for taking the time to come in, Miss Klien, you'll be hearing from me soon." "Naturally" she responds as she strides out past your assistant who looks between the two of you with a look of curiosity before he comes over and hands you a small stack of resumes. "Looks like you have about a dozen more to get through, boss." He glances over his shoulder to the five people currently sitting in your waiting area all trying to look like they are not eavesdropping on the conversation. "Though it seems like your first official interview of the day has not shown up." "There's always one," you sigh. "Alright, we will pick up with my 8:30 then. Mrs. Parr?" You glance up as an older woman stands and adjusts her shirt as she strides over and extends her hand. With a quick shake you motion to your office. "Come on in''<</if>><<nobr>>/*R&D*/<</nobr>><<if $job is "R&D">> Miss Klien's resume is, quite frankly, astounding and if anything she is over qualified for the position she is applying for. Four years working for a top tier tech firm in Quebec as their lead researcher, followed by another five at, you blink and read it again, DARPA of all places. You glance up at her to find her staring out the window at the expanse of mountainous forest that is your view. She barely looks like she is into her twenties, but she must be at least in her early thirties if her resume is true. "This is quite the impressive resume Ms Klien, I'm fairly certain that with your experience you could have applied for a position much higher up then offering legal advice to employees. Is there a reason for that?" She turns to stare at you and smiles slightly for a moment. Before she seems to make up her mind and nods. "Yes, two reasons actually. The first is that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer and I am moving to Rock Gate to help take care of her while she goes through chemo." //That's a hell of a reason// you think to yourself. "The second is that I am tired. After spending years doing what I did, I decided it was time to back off and do something that would not be so stressful" "Are you saying you're not up for handling stressful situations if the need arises?" "Not at all ma'am'' She continues to maintain her posture and not even her face gives away what is on her mind. "Being able to focus on one or two projects at a time and not having to worry about running an entire team will be a welcome change. I'm sure that some of your current employees may find the position stressful, but for me it would be a nice change of pace from the constant go, go, go of what my life has been up until this point." You nod thoughtfully as you set the resume down. "Well then Miss Klein, let's get down to 'brass tacks' as they say" From here it evolves into a standard interview with you asking her questions about her previous positions, some of which she is not able to answer due to client privilege, but she does her best to accommodate you. You're surprised that she has very few questions of her own and when you ask why you learn that she has done more research into the company then any other potential employee you have ever interviewed. Overall the interview goes by smoothly and at a decent pace and by the time you are ready to let her go you realize that you have gone ten minutes into the time for whoever was supposed to be your first official interview of the day. "Well Miss Klien, I have everything I needed from you, are you sure that you had nothing else to ask?" "I'm positive ma'am" She stands and extends her hand to you as you do the same and you exchange a quick handshake before you escort her to the door. "Thank you for taking the time to come in, Miss Klien, you'll be hearing from me soon." "Naturally" she responds as she strides out past your assistant who looks between the two of you with a look of curiosity before he comes over and hands you a small stack of resumes. "Looks like you have about a dozen more to get through, boss." He glances over his shoulder to the five people currently sitting in your waiting area all trying to look like they are not eavesdropping on the conversation. "Though it seems like your first official interview of the day has not shown up." "There's always one," you sigh. "Alright, we will pick up with my 8:30 then. Mrs. Parr?" You glance up as an older woman stands and adjusts her shirt as she strides over and extends her hand. With a quick shake you motion to your office. "Come on in''<</if>> The rest of your morning is a bit of a mixed bag as you handle a few interviews that go really well, but most feel like they are just a slog. A couple of the resumes are obviously fake but you still have to go through the process according to company policy. As your last interview of the morning is on his way out you hear yelling coming from your assistants desk. Glancing at the clock on your wall you grunt in dissatisfaction, you should be heading out to meet Kory for lunch, but based on the screaming you can hear through the supposedly sound proof walls you know that you may not make it in time. Flinging open the double doors that lead into your office you stride out to find a young man, his face beat red as he leans over your assistant screaming into his face that he had an interview. "It doesn't matter that I was a little late! I HAD AN APPOINTMENT!!" He lifts one hand off the desk and for a second you think he may try hitting your assistant. For a moment you react on instinct, shifting closer and preparing to defend Lorne, but you are able to relax when his hand drops back to clenching at your assistant's desk. For his part Lorne has remained entirely professional, not so much as flinching at the perceived threat. "Mr. Conner, your appointment was scheduled for eight am. It is now eleven fifty three, that is not 'a little late' as you put it. You missed your interview in its entirety and my boss is on her way out for lunch." "I don't give a rat's ass if the bitch is on her way out, she OWES me that interview" At this Lorne makes a point of looking over the man's shoulder towards you, the action causing the man to turn around only to find you in his face. "Ah! Perfect, your secretary here is being difficult and was trying to prevent me from getting in to see you!" It's like he is not even aware of his own actions, or that you had obviously heard him call you a bitch. <div class="choice">[['"Mr. Conner, you will leave this premises immediately, or I will be forced to escort you out personally."' I growl as I step closer to him, taking up his personal space. ⚔|c1p3][$growl to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I cock an eyebrow at his blatant display of arrogance, '"Mr. Conner, you missed your scheduled appointment. You can reschedule if you like but I can guarantee you that your application will not be considered. Now you will leave the premises immediately or I will have you escorted out, is that understood?"'|c1p3a]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I glance towards Lorne with a pleasant smile on my face, "Lorne would be be so kind as to call security too ensure this young man gets back to his car safetly?" Lorne smiles brightly and nods, "You got it boss".|c1p3a][$leronesec to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[['"Mr. Conner, if you do not leave this premises immediately I will have some of my people escort you out and I can guarantee that they will not be gentle." ⚔|c1p3a]]</div>

Closing your office door behind you brings you a sense of peace that you find in very few places, not even at home. You have never been entirely sure why but you have thought about the subject from time to time. Maybe it's the six floors of state of the art security between you and the outside world. It could be the reinforced doors and polycarbonate windows that overlook the tree covered mountain view of your office. Possibly it's the sawed off you keep under your desk, which would get you fired if it's ever discovered. But while some say diamonds are a girls best friend, you definitely feel that having the option of unloading twin barrels of buckshot from three feet away into a threat is what makes you happy. Beyond your office the number of places you feel truly safe are easily countable on one hand. Your office, both the master bath and basement at home which you have converted into panic rooms, and oddly enough Laura's place despite the fact that she considers a standard deadbolt top tier security. As you settle into your chair, sipping from your mug, you can't help but feel a strange sense of urgency crawling up your spine. That nightmare had not been like any you had ever experienced before, usually you are the one running, but this time you had been the one with the axe chasing some guy you have never seen before. But beyond that it still 'felt' like every other night terror you have had. The fear, the screaming, the voices...all of it. Unfortunately before you have the chance to unpack everything your assistant slips into your office with a quick knock. "Hey $name, so it looks like we are starting out poorly today, your first interview is five minutes late." You glance at the clock on the wall confirming the time. "Alright Lorne, send in my 8:30 appointment and scratch our missing interview from the list." You shift and sit up straight, your chair creaking gently as you switch into what Lorne likes to call "Boss Mode". The first few interviews go by smoothly and you already have one resume set aside in the call-back pile when Lorne lets in the woman from this morning. "Here you are, Miss. Klein" He escorts her to the chair and hands you her resume before sashaying back out the door. "Just give me a minute to run through your resume real quick and we can get started." Some of your co-workers like to read the resumes beforehand, but you feel as though you can tell a lot about a person by how they act while you read theirs in front of them. "Of course, thank you ma'am" She sits down gracefully and crosses one leg over the other, her back is straight, and she keeps her hands clasped in her lap. Overall she exudes professionalism. Most resumes you read are filled with fluff and pointless bits that people think will help make them look good, but in truth it makes it less likely they will even see an interview, let alone get a position. However this woman, Olivier Klien according to her resume, is bare bones with exactly what you need to know front and center. Beyond that anything that could be an asset to the job but is not required is listed towards the end. <<if $job is "Security">> Miss Klien's resume is, quite frankly, astounding and if anything she is over qualified for the position she is applying for. Five years in the Canadian Special Operations Forces Command, another two working as an instructor after an injury meant she could not work in the field anymore, and then another three as a member of the RCMP. You glance up at her to find her staring out the window at the expanse of mountainous forest that is your view. She barely looks like she is into her twenties, but she must be at least in her early thirties if her resume is true. "This is quite the impressive resume Ms Klien, I'm fairly certain that with your experience you could have applied for a position much higher up then the entry level security job you have. Is there a reason for that?" She turns to stare at you and smiles slightly for a moment. Before she seems to make up her mind and nods. "Yes, for two reasons actually. The first is that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer and I am moving to Rock Gate to help take care of her while she goes through chemo." //That's a hell of a reason// you think to yourself. "The second is that I am tired. After spending years doing what I did in the armed forces and then working in the RCMP I feel like I am better suited for something with a little less action." "Are you saying you're not up for handling stressful situations if the need arises?" "Not at all ma'am" She continues to maintain her posture and not even her face gives away what is on her mind. "The occasional bit of dealing with protestors or an ex-employee is well within what I am capable of handling at this point. I'm sure that some of your current employees may find the position stressful, but for me it would be a nice change of pace from the constant go, go, go of what my life has been up until this point." You nod thoughtfully as you set the resume down. "Well then Miss Klein, let's get down to 'brass tacks' as they say" From here it evolves into a standard interview with you asking her questions about her previous positions, some of which she is not able to answer due to it being classified, but she does her best to accommodate you. You're surprised that she has very few questions of her own and when you ask why you learn that she has done more research into the company then any other potential employee you have ever interviewed. Overall the interview goes by smoothly and at a decent pace and by the time you are ready to let her go you realize that you have gone ten minutes into the time for whoever was supposed to be your first official interview of the day. "Well Miss Klien, I have everything I needed from you, are you sure that you had nothing else to ask?" "I'm positive ma'am" She stands and extends her hand to you as you do the same and you exchange a quick handshake before you escort her to the door. "Thank you for taking the time to come in, Miss Klien, you'll be hearing from me soon." "Naturally" she responds as she strides out past your assistant who looks between the two of you with a look of curiosity before he comes over and hands you the next resume.<</if>><<nobr>>/*LAWYER*/<</nobr>><<if $job is "Lawyer">> Miss Klien's resume is, quite frankly, astounding and if anything she is over qualified for the position she is applying for. Six years working for a top tier law firm in Vancouver as their lead defense, followed by another two working strictly pro bono cases for charities. From what you are reading she was in line for a judge's seat. You glance up at her to find her staring out the window at the expanse of mountainous forest that is your view. She barely looks like she is into her twenties, but she must be at least in her early thirties if her resume is true. "This is quite the impressive resume Ms Klien, I'm fairly certain that with your experience you could have applied for a position much higher up then offering legal advice to employees. Is there a reason for that?" She turns to stare at you and smiles slightly for a moment. Before she seems to make up her mind and nods. "Yes, two reasons actually. The first is that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer and I am moving to Rock Gate to help take care of her while she goes through chemo." //That's a hell of a reason// you think to yourself. "The second is that I am tired. After spending years doing what I did, spending my time in a courtroom day in and day out I decided it was time to back off and do something that would not be so stressful" "Are you saying you're not up for handling stressful situations if the need arises?" "Not at all ma'am'' She continues to maintain her posture and not even her face gives away what is on her mind. "Giving legal advice and connecting employees with attorneys who will be able to represent them, or even taking on the occasional case myself will be a welcome change. I'm sure that some of your current employees may find the position stressful, but for me it would be a nice change of pace from the constant go, go, go of what my life has been up until this point." You nod thoughtfully as you set the resume down. "Well then Miss Klein, let's get down to 'brass tacks' as they say" From here it evolves into a standard interview with you asking her questions about her previous positions, some of which she is not able to answer due to client privilege, but she does her best to accommodate you. You're surprised that she has very few questions of her own and when you ask why you learn that she has done more research into the company then any other potential employee you have ever interviewed. Overall the interview goes by smoothly and at a decent pace and by the time you are ready to let her go you realize that you have gone ten minutes into the time for whoever was supposed to be your first official interview of the day. "Well Miss Klien, I have everything I needed from you, are you sure that you had nothing else to ask?" "I'm positive ma'am" She stands and extends her hand to you as you do the same and you exchange a quick handshake before you escort her to the door. "Thank you for taking the time to come in, Miss Klien, you'll be hearing from me soon." "Naturally" she responds as she strides out past your assistant who looks between the two of you with a look of curiosity before he comes over and hands you the next resume.<</if>><<nobr>>/*R&D*/<</nobr>><<if $job is "R&D">> Miss Klien's resume is, quite frankly, astounding and if anything she is over qualified for the position she is applying for. Four years working for a top tier tech firm in Quebec as their lead researcher, followed by another five at, you blink and read it again, DARPA of all places. You glance up at her to find her staring out the window at the expanse of mountainous forest that is your view. She barely looks like she is into her twenties, but she must be at least in her early thirties if her resume is true. "This is quite the impressive resume Ms Klien, I'm fairly certain that with your experience you could have applied for a position much higher up then offering legal advice to employees. Is there a reason for that?" She turns to stare at you and smiles slightly for a moment. Before she seems to make up her mind and nods. "Yes, for two reasons actually. The first is that my mother has been diagnosed with cancer and I am moving to Rock Gate to help take care of her while she goes through chemo." //That's a hell of a reason// you think to yourself. "The second is that I am tired. After spending years doing what I did, I decided it was time to back off and do something that would not be so stressful" "Are you saying you're not up for handling stressful situations if the need arises?" "Not at all ma'am'' She continues to maintain her posture and not even her face gives away what is on her mind. "Being able to focus on one or two projects at a time and not having to worry about running an entire team will be a welcome change. I'm sure that some of your current employees may find the position stressful, but for me it would be a nice change of pace from the constant go, go, go of what my life has been up until this point." You nod thoughtfully as you set the resume down. "Well then Miss Klein, let's get down to 'brass tacks' as they say" From here it evolves into a standard interview with you asking her questions about her previous positions, some of which she is not able to answer due to client privilege, but she does her best to accommodate you. You're surprised that she has very few questions of her own and when you ask why you learn that she has done more research into the company then any other potential employee you have ever interviewed. Overall the interview goes by smoothly and at a decent pace and by the time you are ready to let her go you realize that you have gone ten minutes into the time for whoever was supposed to be your first official interview of the day. "Well Miss Klien, I have everything I needed from you, are you sure that you had nothing else to ask?" "I'm positive ma'am" She stands and extends her hand to you as you do the same and you exchange a quick handshake before you escort her to the door. "Thank you for taking the time to come in, Miss Klien, you'll be hearing from me soon." "Naturally" she responds as she strides out past your assistant who looks between the two of you with a look of curiosity before he comes over and hands you the next resume.<</if>> The rest of your morning is a bit of a mixed bag as you handle a few interviews that go really well, but most feel like they are just a slog. A couple of the resumes are obviously fake but you still have to go through the process according to company policy. As your last interview of the morning is on his way out you hear yelling coming from your assistants desk. Glancing at the clock on your wall you grunt in dissatisfaction, you should be heading out to meet Kory for lunch, but based on the screaming you can hear through the supposedly sound proof walls you know that you may not make it in time. Flinging open the double doors that lead into your office you stride out to find a young man, his face beat red as he leans over your assistant screaming into his face that he had an interview. "It doesn't matter that I was a little late! I HAD AN APPOINTMENT!!" He lifts one hand off the desk and for a second you think he may try hitting your assistant. For a moment you react on instinct, shifting closer and preparing to defend Lorne, but you are able to relax when his hand drops back to clenching at your assistant's desk. For his part Lorne has remained entirely professional, not so much as flinching at the perceived threat. "Mr. Conner, your appointment was scheduled for eight am. It is now eleven fifty three, that is not 'a little late' as you put it. You missed your interview in its entirety and my boss is on her way out for lunch." "I don't give a rat's ass if the bitch is on her way out, she OWES me that interview" At this Lorne makes a point of looking over the man's shoulder towards you, the action causing the man to turn around only to find you in his face. "Ah! Perfect, your secretary here is being difficult and was trying to prevent me from getting in to see you!" It's like he is not even aware of his own actions, or that you had obviously heard him call you a bitch. <div class="choice">[["Mr. Conner, you will leave this premises immediately, or I will be forced to escort you out personally." I growl as I step closer to him, taking up his personal space. ⚔|c1p3][$growl to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I cock an eyebrow at his blatant display of arrogance, "Mr. Conner, you missed your scheduled appointment. You can reschedule if you like but I can guarantee you that your application will not be considered. Now you will leave the premises immediately or I will have you escorted out, is that understood?"|c1p3a]]</div> <div class="choice">[[I glance towards Lorne with a pleasant smile on my face, "Lorne would be be so kind as to call security too ensure this young man gets back to his car safety?" Lorne smiles brightly and nods, "You got it boss".|c1p3a][$leronesec to true]]</div> <<if $job is "Security">><div class="choice">[["Mr. Conner," I snap as I step into his personal space, "if you do not leave this premises immediately I will have some of my people escort you out and I can guarantee that they will not be gentle." ⚔|c1p3]]</div><</if>>

The man takes a step back from you, fear flashing across his face at the growl accompanying your words, but he has nowhere to go as he bumps into Lorne's desk. For your assistant's part he has both elbows planted on the desk, his face in both hands and a huge smile crossing his features as he watches. It's rare but you have had reason to get physical with guests to the site before and from his expression it seems as though Lorne believes it's going to happen again. <<if $job is "Security">>Being the head of security for the site does mean that you have had a lot of experience dragging belligerent people from the premises, and in one particularly bad case permanently crippling a former employee who that that showing up to work with a gun was a good idea after being fired. Usually however most people are happy to leave once you show up.<</if>><<if $job is "Lawyer", if $job is "R&D">> Despite not being a member of the security staff they all know that if you are around when something hits the fan it makes their job much easier as you are not afraid to get physical and are capable of laying out most people you meet if the need arises. This has earned you an unofficial position on the security team and many employees will ask you for help if they see you when something happens.<</if>> The young man, Mr. Conner according to Lorne, is beginning to look around and notices a few people beginning to stare and you see something click in his mind. It's something you have seen before, the need to assert dominance, you really hope he decides against trying anything physical, but you have backed him into a corner and someone like this does not like appearing weak. You know you're right when he brings both hands up and attempts to shove you back. "Listen bitch," his eyes waver as he notices that his shove did not move you even an inch, "I, look you owe me that interview! Do you even know who I am? Who my mother is? With a word she could have you fired!!" As he rants you back up just enough to give him back his personal space, but not an inch more. "Just interview me and we can get this over with! I won't even hold a grudge." It becomes more interesting by the second. "Okay kid," Lorne pipes up, the man's face turns red at being called a kid, he's probably the same age as Lorne. "Why don't you tell us who your mother is?" "Ha, you're going to regret this, her name is $name <<textbox "$surname" "Thompson">>!!" He looks rather smug for having just screwed up so badly. Lorne simply bursts out laughing as he looks towards you, much to Conner's confusion. "Hey $name, you didn't tell me you had a kid, if you ask me you did a shit job teaching him his manners." Conner turns back towards you slowly, his face entirely red. "Apparently I did, though I don't remember ever having a kid when I was six years old. Care to explain that Mr. Conner?" Doing his very best goldfish impression Conner just keeps staring at you for a moment and you are expecting him to turn and run in embarrassment, but he ends up doing the one thing you did not expect, he takes a swing at you, and that is all the reason you need. It takes a fraction of a second but you are already close enough and he telegraphed his swing so badly that you have plenty of time to step in towards him throwing off his entire swing. You can see the regret burning in his eyes as your hand lunges up and grips his wrist, brutally twisting it as your other grips his should and pulls. While this happens your foot lashes out into the side of his knee. Faster than he can keep track of, the young man finds himself on his knees, arm twisted painfully behind his back as he stares up at Lorne's mocking smile and twinkling eyes. "Damn boss! I think that was your quickest yet!" You simply nod as you bend lower, whispering in Conner's ear. "Next time you are going to lie and try to throw names out make sure that the bitch interviewing you isn't the one who's name you drop." Straightening up you spy a pair of security guards stepping up next to you glaring down at the subdued man. "You alright Miss $surname?" You casually nod and stretch your arms as they take him into custody. "Want us to hand him off to the cops?" "No, just escort him off the property. Oh and call a tow truck to come take whatever shitbox of a car he owns off our property." That earns you a few dark chuckles from the guards and a stream of curses from the man as he is dragged away. OH SHIT! You look at the clock above Lorne's desk and find you still have time to meet Kory for lunch. Dashing into your office you grab your jacket and bag, tossing an overhand wave at Lorne as you hurry out to your car. <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p4]]</div>

You are half way into town by the time you notice a message blinking on your phone from Kory and you immediately guess what it is about, knowing you are right as her first words pop out of your phone. "I am so sorry $name, I'm not going to make lunch today we had something come up that needs my full attention." She hesitates for a moment before continuing and you can imagine her worrying the corner of her upper lip, "It's big and not good for the company, I don't want to say more over the phone but I will be updating all the site directors at the meeting this afternoon. I'll make it up to you though, maybe dinner at my place this weekend? Anyway bill lunch to the company and I'll see you this afternoon" You almost roll your eyes as the message ends, Kory worries about everything and thinks that basically anything bad that happens is bad for the company. Of course if you had your parents breathing down your neck like her's do you would probably be the same. With lunch being postponed you pull into the next lane and make a quick turn towards your favorite cafe in town as you decide that you may as well grab your favorite snack and head back to the office to make it a working lunch. You can't believe your luck when you arrive and find a spot right in front of the tiny store and your luck seems to continue as you find the line inside is only a few people long. While you and Kory would love to come here for lunch every day it's usually packed to the gills and of course it's the one day she reschedules that you could have found a couple seats. The cafe itself, Coffeegate, is incredibly popular with your fellow employees as it was one of the few places in the formerly small town that seemed glad for the revitalization the massive tech giant brought with it and they went out of their way to make employees of Kahn Tech feel welcome. Waiting in line you take the time to flip through some updates from your subordinates already knowing that you plan on ordering the <<cycle "$favfood" autoselect>> <<option "monte cristo">> <<option "chicken salad sandwich">> <<option "baked katsu sandwich">> <<option "greek wrap">> <<option "grilled cheese">> <<option "caesar salad">> <<option "sliders">> <</cycle>>. You're about to look up from your phone as you get to the register when a voice makes your blood run cold, "Hello love", your fingers grip your phone so tightly it cracks the edges, and you feel a full blown panic attack bubbling up. How is she here?! <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p5]]</div>

"It's been a while." Your head snaps up so fast you get dizzy and you simply stare at the woman behind the register, someone you never thought you would see again. For a moment you think you have heard things, she doesn't look like the woman you remember. In fact she barely resembles your ex, but here she is and there can be no doubt it is her as those green eyes seem to burn into you. "Jannie?" Your voice trembles and you spot one of the other employees staring at you with a worried expression, their eyes darting from you to Jannie. For her part your ex-girlfriend just smirks, but it's not the smirk you remember, it's sharp, predatory, not caring and bright. The same goes for the twinkle in her eyes, it's unnerving. "Yup, you look surprised to see me, I don't blame you though. I mean, you probably thought you would never see me again after you abandoned me in that institution." While she maintains the pleasant tone to her voice her words are laced with anger. "It's taken me years to find you. But here I am, so let me buy you lunch and we can talk about how we will fix us." It's a statement, said as pure fact. Your mind spins off in all directions in an effort to find something to latch onto, some way to function as it is overloaded by the woman standing in front of you, her mere presence shattering years of effort and work to live a normal life. In the end it chooses the other employee, Amy if you're remembering correctly, who steps up next to Jannie, a concerned expression on her face. "Hey, are you alright Miss $surname, you look like you need to sit down." You can't help but notice the look of fury that crosses Jannie's face as she stares down at her co-worker. <div class="choice">[[I nod quickly and step away, Amy coming over to help me into a seat as the panic attack threatens to burst from my chest. Despite the large display between me and Jannie I can still see her peering at me from over the top. "Geez Miss $surname, let me get you some water." Amy hurries over to the counter and all I can do is keep staring into Jannies eyes.|c1p6][$sit to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Having someone besides Jannie speak to me seems to snap me out of whatever weird state I was in and I immediately begin to calm down, breathing slower as I look at the barista. "Yeah, I'm fine Amy, thanks. Can I get my usual to go please?"|c1p6a][$calm to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[A strange buzzing begins to fill my head as I stare into Jannie's eyes and before I realize what I am doing I turn and sprint out of the shop, instincts taking over I don't even go for my car, running down the street and ducking into an alley as I pull out the blade I keep in my bag.|c1p6b][$run to true]]</div>

Those green eyes that use to be so familiar pierce through you and you shiver at the darkness that seems to lurk behind them. If you were in any state to really think about it you would probably realize that your eyes were probably once like that shortly after the masacre, but you managed to work through to the point of being able to function. Jannie didn't. But right now, in this moment you can not think about that as memories come flooding back and threaten to overtake you. Amy's hand on your shoulder helps you to manage and tear your eyes away from your ex, and the memories, as the barista hands you a bottle of water. "Miss $surname, are you going to be alright? Do you know her?" Her eyes flick back to Jannie who is now taking someone's order, though she seems to be watching you from the corner of her eye while she does so. "Yes," You don't elaborate more than that, instead asking the most important question you have at the moment, "When did she start?" Amy taps her finger to her lip for a moment as she thinks, "About three days ago I think, I only just got back from vacation today so you'll have to ask one of the others to know for sure. Are you going to be okay with her here?" That's not really a question you feel like you can answer at the moment but you nod anyway. Jannie never did anything wrong after all, well, she was not responsible for what happened at the campground and the argument could be made that she wasn't responsible for what she did afterwards either. Not that your former neighbor would feel the same. "Yeah Amy, it was just a shock seeing her after all this time." "If you're sure," She fiddles with the bracelet on her left wrist and smiles, "I'll get you your usual, on the house." She quickly hussles back behind the counter and preps your food. But you can't focus on that as you find Jannie sliding into the seat next to yours, the register now being manned by a different employee. "Sorry if I startled you $name, it was kinda a shitty move to just show up at your favorite cafe like this." Your brow furrows, how does she know it's your favorite? "God's it's been so long, you look good." You find her smiling and unlike before it's the smile you remember from all those years ago. The nights spent huddled together studying, the pranks pulled on friends, the first time you kissed, it all comes rushing back because of that beautiful smile. As your mind is overwhelmed with half forgotten memories your eyes take in the Jannie sitting next to you, quickly comparing her to the one you knew from college. She is still stupid tall, easily towering over most people at six foot five, but the lanky girl you knew is gone. Her arms are huge, the muscles beneath rippling with each shift, her legs look like they are the same, and her shoulders have become much more broad. Beyond that both arms are covered in tattoos, and you spy a few peeking out from the collar of her shirt. Her ears have six piercings in each and she has a few more in her nose, lips, and you think you spot a stud in her tongue. This is definitely NOT the Jannie you knew, that Jannie was terrified of needles and so tattoos and piercings were out. Then there is her hair, she use to keep it in pixie cuts, but now it's in a long braid that reaches her waist and is dyed a deep, blood red. Another massive change as she was proud of her thick blonde hair and would never do anything that may damage it. "You've changed" Her smile widens. "Yeah, I have, haven't I?" She flexes the arm she has resting on the table, muscles rippling beneath the skin, "Changes you like hopefully" She honestly seems to think that the two of you are still together. <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p7]]</div>

"Uh, yeah sure!" Amy's eyes continue to dart between you and Lannie, "Her usual is...'' she can't even finish her sentence before Jannie snaps at her. "I KNOW what it is, $favfood right love?" Her eyes glimmer as you simply nod. Amy walks back towards the food prep before turning to you and mouthing //Oookay// with a look of bewilderment on her face. You can't help but frown, this is definitely not the Jannie you remember. Your Jannie was always polite and soft spoken, always making sure to treat others with the utmost respect, not like this woman in front of you. She has even changed physically and if not for her voice it would have taken you a moment to recognize her. She is still stupid tall, easily towering over most people at six foot five, but the lanky girl you knew is gone. Her arms are huge, the muscles beneath rippling with each shift, her legs look like they are the same, and her shoulders have become much more broad. Beyond that both arms are covered in tattoos, and you spy a few peeking out from the collar of her shirt. Her ears have six piercings in each and she has a few more in her nose, lips, and you think you spot a stud in her tongue. This is definitely NOT the Jannie you knew, that Jannie was terrified of needles and so tattoos and piercings were out. Then there is her hair, she used to keep it in pixie cuts, but now it's in a long braid that reaches her waist and is dyed a deep, blood red. Another massive change as she was proud of her thick blonde hair and would never do anything that may damage it. "You've changed" Her smile widens. "Yeah, I have haven't I?" She flexes an arm, muscles rippling beneath the skin, "Changes you like hopefully" She honestly seems to think that the two of you are still together, but before you can try and correct her a tap on your shoulder gets your attention and you realize that you are holding up the slowly growing line. Apologizing, you reach for your wallet but Jannie shakes her head. "It's on me sweetie" With angry murmurs and a growing line behind you you do not argue and step over to the pick up station, Jannie's eyes following you even as the next customer starts giving her their order. <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p7]]</div>

Panting and leaning against the grimy alley wall you take in big gulps of air as you try to relax your instinct to simply run all the way home. Your mind and body seem to be at war with each other, your mind trying to be rational and calm, while your body simply wants to flee. In the end it's a stalemate and you find yourself slumped on the ground, legs pulled up to your chest with your arms wrapped around them and your face buried in between as you try to not cry. Years of work have come undone simply because you bumped into your ex-girlfriend. As that thought crosses your mind you stop sobbing and begin thinking. Why is she here? Shouldn't she still be locked up? You would have been given a call if she had been released seeing as how you are technically still her emergency contact. How had she found you? When you moved from your hometown to Rock Gate you left nothing behind, no forwarding address, no phone number with your former therapist, nothing that could tie you back there. So how? You avoid social media like it's the plague as someone inevitably finds out who you are and the harassment starts. Sure you have a Chirper account, but that's just so you can keep an eye on the site's public image, not even the whole company, just your site. Lucas is the PR director and runs the twitter account and while he can be funny he has never posted anything sensitive regarding any specific employees. Just how did she find you?! Lowering your legs you shift enough to pull out your phone and begin searching. Your name brings up all the usual results from six years ago, some of the newer ones are only a couple years old. You are a bit shocked to find that Webflix has posted a miniseries about the massacre but your name has been changed. You vaguely remember getting an email requesting the use of your name, which you denied. Apparently it is a fairly popular series. But there is nothing that leads to you from there. After a good twenty minutes of searching you freeze. Poking into a site about serial killers and unsolved mysteries you are greeted by a picture of yourself at the office. You are standing with a group of your subordinates and have a big smile on your face as you appear to be laughing. You remember this, it was a team briefing that happened about a month ago. Lorne had just told a joke that made everyone burst out laughing so hard there were tears and sore ribs. The caption reads //"OMG! It's really her! She's one of the bosses where I work!!"// From there you scroll to the comments and immediately regret it. ''slayme69:'' //Look at this bitch just laughing and living her life. Dozens of people are dead and she's just chilling!! WTF!!// ''stabbatha666:'' //Right! They never caught the killer you know, I bet she did it, I bet she got off killing all those people// ''bigkahuna:'' //What about that other one? Why should normal people get killed but two sinners survive!! I bet these lesbian whores killed them as part of a pact with Satan to promote the homo agenda!!// ''⋆SlayrDaddy⋆:'' //@bigkahuna Keep that homophobic shit off of here, you've been warned before, one more time and you will be banned.// ''bigkahuna:'' //comment deleted// ''User @bigkahuna has been banned'' ''⋆SlayrDaddy⋆:'' //Remember folks, we are here to discuss our shared love of murder, slashers, and blood, but we do not tolerate homophobia. Personally I agree with @stabbatha666. I bet this bitch did it. Someone needs to give her the same treatment.// Part of you can't help but chuckle about the fact that even people like this have some morals and most of the comments are nothing you haven't heard before, but as you scroll lower your blood chills, the name of the town, your company, and even your address are all listed along with several more photos taken by the OP. One of which is you sitting in Coffeegate with Laura. At least you think it's Laura, she is so fuzzy you can't tell. ''janjanbaby'' //Hey, thanks for all this! I've been looking for her for years. But fair warning to all of you, stay the FUCK away from her or I'll gut you myself and feed your shit stained intestines to your family. Hugs n kisses!!// Well, that explains that. Your fear and apprehension are immediately quashed as a raw fury begins pumping through your body. Someone at your job realized who you are and blabbed, not only that but they compromised your life and safety by revealing the town and address where you live. Stomping back to your car you don't even bother to look at the cafe as you slide into the driver's seat, your foot slamming on the gas as you peel out of the parking space and gun it back to the office. Someone's head is going to roll for this!! [[Next|c1p7a]]

<<if $sit is true>> Jannie had always been a little clingy, not in a way that could have been considered negative but the time apart seems to have pushed her to a new extreme. You're sure being locked up in a mental institution didn't help her either. You're mulling over what you should say to her when something she said earlier comes to the foreground of your thoughts, she thinks you abandoned her. Looking up at her you find that she is simply staring at you with a look of adoration, her eyes twinkling as she takes in everything you do. Despite that there is still a glint of something lurking behind her eyes, something dangerous. There is really only one place you can start. "I never abandoned you Jannie" That earns you a frown but she manages to keep from saying anything as you continue, "After you were sent away I tried to visit you so many times I lost count, but I was told that I was not allowed to visit because it would be detrimental to the progress you were both making. I only later learned that it was my therapist and the institute that had placed that into effect. I was desperate to see you, but..." You just trail off as Jannie stares with wide eyes, a faint scowl on her lips. "I knew you would never leave me! I knew it!!" She snaps up to her feet, the chair she had been sitting in clattering away causing people to jump. "That fucker said you wanted to have nothing to do with me!!" Well this is going to be awkward. "Jannie sit down!" You hiss as people begin to stare at the two of you. You wait for her to turn her chair upright and sit before continuing. "So they lied to us, fine, I can understand that. We were so close to imploding Jannie and that was just us together, you exploded remember? When you, well you remember." Again she simply frowns. <div class="choice">[[Fuck, I guess I need to tell her I've moved on. It's already awkward enough as is, this day is just a total shit show so far. I think I still want her in my life though, we could still try and be friends.|c1p8][$awkj to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[She's a complete psycho!! What the hell did they do to her in that place. I'm not entirely sure I should be telling her I moved on at this point.|c1p8][$movej to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Despite the time and distance that have come between us, seeing Jannie again is making my tummy feel those same butterflies it did back when we first met. Do I really still want her in my life? ❤️|c1p8][$butterfliesj to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Oh, oh no...as I open my mouth to let her down I have to stop, my heart is beating out of my chest and I realize I want to pull her into my arms, but I can't, not now, not after everything that's happened...can I? ❤️|c1p8][$heartj to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[As much as a tiny part of me hurts to do this to her, it needs to be done, I need her to understand that I have moved on. 💔|c1p8][$breakj to true]]</div><</if>><<if $calm is true>>Waiting for Amy to finish putting your food together you find your eyes continuously drifting towards Jannie almost against your will. It's as if you have no control. You notice she is doing the same as you, eyes darting between you and the customer in front of her. It doesn't take long for Amy to bring you your order and you have to force yourself to head towards the exit, but just as you're about to leave a hand finds your shoulder and you turn to find Jannie smiling at you. "Got time to talk?" You find yourself nodding and following her to a vacant table almost against your will. "It's been a long time, sweetie. You've changed" Her smile is wide and caring as she stares at you with nothing but adoration in her eyes. "So you're working for that big tech group huh? Got your dream job, I'm so happy for you." You can tell she means every word. "Uh, thanks Jannie, yeah I did get it. Not with the company I originally wanted but I am still where I wanted to be back in college" You find yourself fidgeting under her gaze. "So, they let you out? I'm happy you finally managed to find a way to move on." At that her eyes narrow slightly. "Yes, they did" Her eyes shift across your features before she takes a deep breath "Why did you never come to see me, why did you abandon me?" "I never abandoned you Jannie'' That earns you a frown but she manages to keep from saying anything as you continue, "After you were sent away I tried to visit you so many times I lost count, but I was told that I was not allowed to visit because it would be detrimental to the progress you were both making. I only later learned that it was my therapist and the institute that had placed that into effect. I was desperate to see you, but..." You just trail off as Jannie stares with wide eyes, a faint scowl on her lips. "I knew you would never leave me! I knew it!!" She snaps up to her feet, the chair she had been sitting in clattering away causing people to jump. "That fucker said you wanted to have nothing to do with me!!" Well this is going to be awkward. "Jannie sit down!" You hiss as people begin to stare at the two of you. You wait for her to turn her chair upright and sit before continuing. "So they lied to us, fine, I can understand that. We were so close to imploding Jannie and that was just us together, you exploded remember? When you, well you remember." Again she simply frowns. <div class="choice">[[Fuck, I guess I need to tell her I've moved on. It's already awkward enough as is, this day is just a total shit show so far. I think I still want her in my life though, we could still try and be friends.|c1p8][$awkj to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[She's a complete psycho!! What the hell did they do to her in that place? I'm not entirely sure I should be telling her I moved on at this point.|c1p8][$movej to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Despite the time and distance that have come between us, seeing Jannie again is making my tummy feel those same butterflies it did back when we first met. Do I really still want her in my life? ❤️|c1p8][$butterfliesj to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[Oh, oh no...as I open my mouth to let her down I have to stop, my heart is beating out of my chest and I realize I want to pull her into my arms, but I can't, not now, not after everything that's happened...can I? ❤️|c1p8][$heartj to true]]</div> <div class="choice">[[As much as a tiny part of me hurts to do this to her, it needs to be done, I need her to understand that I have moved on. 💔|c1p8][$breakj to true]]</div><</if>>

Your brakes squeal in protest as you slide into your parking space, your bumper scraping the curb. You don't even bother to try and adjust as you climb out of the vehicle and stomp towards the entrance, ignoring the looks you are being given by the few people who are here. Slipping into the elevator you swear loudly as you press the button for a sub-basement much too hard, your finger throbbing with pain. <<if $job is "Security">>The three guards sitting in the security office look up quickly as you storm in, the look of astonishment on their faces is telling and in the back of your mind you think that they must have never seen you as furious as you are now. "Boss? What's wrong?" your second in command jumps up with a startled look on his face as you step up to the desk you keep down here. You glance up at Derek and rack your memory for a moment before you nod to yourself, he had been on vacation and the other two in the room had not been working that day. "We have a serious breach, someone has leaked my private information" You log into the computer as the three immediately tense, their faces serious. "I need to find out who." Your fingers dash along the keyboard as you bring up the cameras from that day. "Why?" Derek steps around the desk and leans over your shoulder, his eyes darting across the feeds you bring up on the three monitors in front of you. That single word causes you to freeze. Telling him the whole truth is a daunting prospect but you realize that you don't really have a choice. Besides, you have worked with him for four years and tend to trust him. "A few years ago my ex and I were trapped in the mountains while dozens of people were hunted down and murdered. We were the only two survivors." You bring the website back up and pass your phone to Derek who takes a minute to scroll through the posts. The entire time you watch his face waiting for something. Emotions ranging from horror, shock, and as he looks back up at you, pity rage across his face. Taking a ragged breath he hands you back your phone. "Damn $name, I, I don't know what to say. The fact that you survived that and are sitting here now is amazing. I'm not sure I would have been able to keep my sanity if I had experienced that." He places a friendly hand on your shoulder as he smiles. "Okay boss, let's deal with this." With the four of you scouring through the records and security tapes of the day the first picture was posted it takes you about half an hour to discover the culprit. Janna Liu, a member of the R&D team, is fairly easy to spot thanks to all the cameras around the site. You watch as she hides in a cubicle with her phone's camera just barely peeking out around the edge as she takes what seems to be several pictures of you and your team. "Is she on site?" You ask as you glance at the others. "Yup! Just signed back in on her floor, keycard was registered less than ten minutes ago." Branka, one of the others says. With that the four of you are on your feet and heading for the elevator. "$name, I'm going to insist you let me take her into custody." Derek glances at you from the corner of his eye. You realize that he is probably right and nod. "Maybe call Marta up in legal as well and inform her what we are doing." "Glad one of us is thinking straight" You mutter as you scroll through your contacts and call the head of the site's legal department. "Hey Marta, $name, ya, mhmm. Nope not a social call, can you meet as on lab 3?" <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p7b]]</div><</if>><<if $job is "Lawyer">>The three guards sitting in the security office look up quickly as you storm in, the look of astonishment on their faces is telling and in the back of your mind you think that they must have never seen you as furious as you are now. "$name? What's wrong?" Derek, the head of the security division jumps up with a startled look on his face as you step up to him. You glance at Derek and rack your memory for a moment before you nod to yourself, he had been on vacation and the other two in the room had not been working that day. "We have a serious breach, someone has leaked my private information, I need to find out who." "Why?" Derek steps around the desk and places a hand on your shoulder. That single word causes you to freeze. Telling him the whole truth is a daunting prospect but you realize that you don't really have a choice. Besides, you have worked with him for four years and tend to trust him. "A few years ago my ex and I were trapped in the mountains while dozens of people were hunted down and murdered. We were the only two survivors." You bring the website back up and pass your phone to Derek who takes a minute to scroll through the posts. The entire time you watch his face waiting for something. Emotions ranging from horror, shock, and as he looks back up at you, pity rage across his face. Taking a ragged breath he hands you back your phone. "Damn $name, I, I don't know what to say. The fact that you survived that and are sitting here now is amazing. I'm not sure I would have been able to keep my sanity if I had experienced that." He places a friendly hand on your shoulder as he smiles. "Okay, let's deal with this." With the three of them scouring through the records and security tapes of the day the first picture was posted, while you try and recall everything you can remember it takes you about half an hour to discover the culprit. Janna Liu, a member of the R&D team, is fairly easy to spot thanks to all the cameras around the site. You watch as she hides in a cubicle with her phone's camera just barely peeking out around the edge as she takes what seems to be several pictures of you and your team. "Is she on site?" You ask as you glance at the others. "Yup! Just signed back in on her floor, keycard was registered less than ten minutes ago." Branka, one of the others says. With that the four of you are on your feet and heading for the elevator. "$name, I'm going to insist you let me take her into custody and not get involved like I know you want too." Derek glances at you from the corner of his eye. You realize that he is probably right and nod. "Maybe call Marta up in legal as well and inform her what we are doing. Let her handle the process." "Glad one of us is thinking straight" You mutter as you scroll through your contacts and call your second in command. "Hey Marta, $name, ya, mhmm. Nope not a social call, can you meet as on lab 3?" <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p7b]]</div><</if>><<if $job is "R&D">>The three guards sitting in the security office look up quickly as you storm in, the look of astonishment on their faces is telling and in the back of your mind you think that they must have never seen you as furious as you are now. "$name? What's wrong?" Derek, the head of the security division jumps up with a startled look on his face as you step up to him. You glance at Derek and rack your memory for a moment before you nod to yourself, he had been on vacation and the other two in the room had not been working that day. "We have a serious breach, someone has leaked my private information, I need to find out who." "Why?" Derek steps around the desk and places a hand on your shoulder. That single word causes you to freeze. Telling him the whole truth is a daunting prospect but you realize that you don't really have a choice. Besides, you have worked with him for four years and tend to trust him. "A few years ago my ex and I were trapped in the mountains while dozens of people were hunted down and murdered. We were the only two survivors." You bring the website back up and pass your phone to Derek who takes a minute to scroll through the posts. The entire time you watch his face waiting for something. Emotions ranging from horror, shock, and as he looks back up at you, pity rage across his face. Taking a ragged breath he hands you back your phone. "Damn $name, I, I don't know what to say. The fact that you survived that and are sitting here now is amazing. I'm not sure I would have been able to keep my sanity if I had experienced that." He places a friendly hand on your shoulder as he smiles. "Okay, let's deal with this." With the three of them scouring through the records and security tapes of the day the first picture was posted, while you try and recall everything you can remember it takes you about half an hour to discover the culprit. Janna Liu, a member of the R&D team, is fairly easy to spot thanks to all the cameras around the site. You watch as she hides in a cubicle with her phone's camera just barely peeking out around the edge as she takes what seems to be several pictures of you and your team. "Is she on site?" You ask as you glance at the others. "Yup! Just signed back in on her floor, keycard was registered less than ten minutes ago." Branka, one of the others says. With that the four of you are on your feet and heading for the elevator. "$name, I'm going to insist you let me take her into custody and not get involved like I know you want too." Derek glances at you from the corner of his eye. You realize that he is probably right and nod. "Maybe call Marta up in legal as well and inform her what we are doing." "Glad one of us is thinking straight" You mutter as you scroll through your contacts and call the head of the site's legal department. "Hey Marta, $name, ya, mhmm. Nope not a social call, can you meet as on lab 3?" <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p7b]]</div><</if>>

<<if $heartj is true>>While thoughts swirl through your mind about your relationship with Jannie you slowly begin to realize that she has moved closer to you, her fingers just barely touching your arm as she bites her lower lip. You find yourself moving closer as well, inching closer and closer, your hand finds hers and your fingers thread together. As her thumb gently strokes tiny circles your heart seems to leap into your throat, it's beating wild, untamed, and so very overpowering. Feeling the warmth of her hand in yours brings back memories you had spent years trying to bury. Memories that make you ache for everything the two of you lost. "I missed you so much $name. Everyday all I could think about was getting back to you, being one again." Her eyes glint with pain, longing, and joy. "I never want to be apart from you again." When did she get so close? All you can see is her. As your lips meet it feels like a storm is raging inside you, it all feels so familiar. The gentle press of her lips against yours, the way she tastes, even the quiet whine that slips from her as you gently pull away. "Nooo, please, I need you" Part of you feels the same, but after everything that has happened you are more cautious than you had been when you were together. "Jannie, we, I...God I missed you but are we sure this is a good idea? After everything we went through, all the time apart, are we sure it will work?" "Of course it will, after everything we went through, after all this time we are together again. It will work, I know it." The determination in her eyes, the conviction in her voice, she believes every word and that resonates in your heart. You know she is right. "Okay, yes, yes. Jannie I am yours, always, forever." The feeling of her arms around you is one you never thought you would feel again. God, she even smells the same. A blend of vanilla and mint flooding your nose, but there is something new behind it, a hint of heat, something you remember but can't place. But you don't remember it ever being from Jannie. Even as you pull away she stays close, one arm wrapped around you as the two of you catch each other up on everything that has happened in the last five years since you were separated. When the time comes for you to return to work you are almost afraid she will not let you go. "Just, just don't forget that we belong to each other okay?" Despite your assurances that you will text her as soon as you are done with work she looks so close to panicking as you walk out the door that for a moment you are worried she will come charging out after you. Driving back to work you find yourself smiling as it feels like a missing piece of yourself clicks back into place. <</if>>/*STARTING OVER*/<<if $butterfliesj is true>>Staring into those familiar green eyes all you can think of is how much you miss her, you hadn't realized how much until this moment. But the longing you feel threatening to burst out of your chest is tempered by the memories of everything that has happened since Jannie had been taken from you. Everything you have worked for, all the effort you made into locking away your past could come undone simply by admitting your latent feelings for the woman infront of you. "Jannie, its been so long, I, I have been trying to move on with my life, to build something out of the nothing that was left behind after that damn campground." Her eyes shimmer and you can see the tears threatening to burst, but you gently take her hand in yours, twining your fingers together. "But I would be lying if I said that I didn't miss you, that I didn't have feelings for you even after all this time." She inhales quietly as she stares into your eyes, "What are you saying $name?" You give her hand a gentle squeeze and smile. "What I'm saying Jannie is that I still love you but after everything Im not ready to just jump right into the deep end again. If we can take it slow, like we did when we first got together, I think I would like to try this again. But this time please, no camping." The laugh she snorts out as her arms wrap around you and pull you in is so familiar and you find yourself smiling at the memories. "No camping, I promise." a tiny whisper chuckles. God, she even smells the same. A blend of vanilla and mint flooding your nose, but there is something new behind it, a hint of heat, something you remember but can't place. But you don't remember it ever being from Jannie. Even as you pull away she stays close, one arm wrapped around you as the two of you catch each other up on everything that has happened in the last five years since you were separated. When the time comes for you to return to work you are almost afraid she will not let you go. "Just, just don't forget that we belong to each other okay?" Despite your assurances that you will text her as soon as you are done with work she looks so close to panicking as you walk out the door that for a moment you are worried she will come charging out after you. Driving back to work you find yourself smiling as it feels like a missing piece of yourself clicks back into place.<</if>> <center> ''That's it for now folks. In the next update you can expect Kory reveals the murders to the site directors Meet the final RO Devon Low and get into an argument More nightmares? General polishing and refinements, spooky glitchy text?? A proper title page, hopefully'' </center>

<center> ''Content Warning'' The Final Girl is intended for adult audiences 18+ and contains themes revolving around serial killers, gore, PTSD, lose of self, and other triggers which my be difficult for some readers. For a complete list click the link below. Choices marked with a ❤️ are romantic choices. Choices with a 💔 will end a romance. Choices containing a ⚔ will lead to a physical altercation. [[Trigger Warnings|warninglist]] [[I'm fine, take me to the story|run]] </center>

<center> ''Alcoholism Anxiety Assault Murder Blood Death Depression Drugs Emotional abuse Explicit sexual content Fire Gore Gun violence Hostage situations Loss of control Physical abuse PTSD Self-harm Swearing Suicide Violence'' [[Take me to the story|run]] </center>

<center> ''That's it for now folks. In the next update you can expect Kory reveals the murders to the site directors Meet the final RO Devon Low and get into an argument More nightmares? General polishing and refinements, spooky glitchy text?? A proper title page, hopefully'' </center>

All the man can do is sputter a series of random sounds that have the potential to become words but as one simply stuttered into the next all he manages is a string of nonsense. The entire time Lorne simply watches with a look of shear delight on his face which only grows as a pair of the security team come striding into the room. "Mr. Connor, these two will be escorting you from the premises" You motion the men to take him, "Please do no give them any trouble, there has been enough of that for one day." As the trio turns to leave, Mr. Connor stuck between the two burly gaurds you shake your head with exhaspiration tries to worm it's way in. "Oh and mister Connor, I hope it goes with out saying that if you show up on company property again at any time, well..." You simply trail off letting the implied threat hang in the air. Once the trio is gone Lorne bursts out laughing and you can't help but quietly chuckle along with him. "Jesus Christ boss, did that really just happen or am I dreaming?" "It did, it really did." You shake your head, Lorne's attitude proves to be contagious as you find yourself smiling. OH SHIT! You look at the clock above Lorne's desk and find you still have time to meet Kory for lunch. Dashing into your office you grab your jacket and bag, tossing an overhand wave at Lorne as you hurry out to your car. <div class="choice">[[Next|c1p4]]</div>