𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 | 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗫𝗜

                                    

                                          

𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 | 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗫𝗜

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗫𝗜
(11)
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I'm helping Kenji up and pulling him backwards, he's curled up in a ball on the ground, and everyone else just jumped over him, “Come on, Kon, get up.” I try pulling him up again, but the dino is getting closer, and I'm trembling. My voice cracks as I tell him to get up, and after it gets distracted by something, I'm able to help him up and he pushes me behind the large log. 
“Ew. So. Many. Bugs.” I whine, pulling out my hand sanitizer, “and bugs means germs.” 
“Okay! Come on!” Brooklyn yells, but I'm busy squirting hand sanitizer onto my hands, and legs, and shoes, and— ok, I'm putting it everywhere. 
I hear what sounds like fireworks go off, and then turn around to see what looks like fireworks has gone off. The sound echoes in my head for a moment before more what I think are fireworks, go off, making it sound like a poorly conducted snare solo where no one knows what their doing and its impossibly loud and giving you a headache— imagine that, then imagine that times a million.
The dino, which I didn't have time to identify, runs off, scared. I stand up hesitantly, and I look around. Who would be setting off freaking fireworks?
Kenji pulls me up, and my brows furrow. “Who's there?” I yell, or at least try to, since it sounds pretty pathetic since my voice cracks and my voice is high and sprinkled with fear.  
There's smoke everywhere, but I can make out the silhouettes of three people. . .two men and one woman. I feel a bad feeling form in my stomach, like a rock, heavy with fear and. . .that feeling that there's more to the situation then there seems. 
The same feeling that I get every time someone brings up all of the unanswered questions about this place. 
The woman turns around, “Oh, thank goodness,” she sighs, “you're okay.” 
My first thought comes out of my mouth before I have time to even process what it is. “Barbie?” I want to slap myself so hard. 
“Huh.” The woman tilts her head,
One of the men walk over, and this time, I stop myself from saying; ‘ken?’ “you guys are okay. . .right?” he asks, and I don't answer, still mortified by my first impression. 
I called a freaking grown woman Barbie. What is wrong with me? 
I take a deep breath then stand up shakily, “I'm, uh, Y-Y·N,” my voice cracks and I bet my palms are soaked and sticky. So I immediately retract my hand, and silently wish that I had pockets to stick my hands in.  
My friends all start celebrating behind me and I decide to walk to the back of the group, sparing myself the acknowledgment that we would be leaving here without Ben. I have half a mind to run off and look for him, but I don't.