I blurt the address out to the operator and then shove my phone back in the dress, leaving the connection open so if anything happens to me, the police might still be able to find my body …
Thinking about it later, I'd realize that I wasn't just a stupid teenager making an even stupider decision, I was compelled to follow the White Rabbit.
“Hey!” I shout, stumbling after the psycho, the murder weapon clutched in my sweaty hands. “Stop, asshole!”
My breath screams in my lungs as I struggle to keep up, heart pounding, brain scrambling to remember how exactly I'm supposed to hold this revolver in case I need to take a shot. Isn't there a spot that'll blow your finger off if you touch it there while firing? Or was that an internet rumor? I can't remember!
The rabbit-eared nutcase dives into the bushes with me following after him, my dress catching on branches as I follow the rustling, quivering motions of the foliage.
They lead me right to him.
Or more specifically, to the edge of a very large, very suspicious looking hole.
There's no time to think, to wonder, to question.
One minute, my feet are safely on the ground. The next, I'm tumbling into blackness.