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The thought of dead zombies won't trigger thoughts.
It will be okay.
AS WE PULL UPto the parking lot of the place, one thing becomes blatantly clear. The two girls I call friends are cold-hearted liars. I don't even need to climb out of the car before I see him. Carter is leaning up against the back of Zayn's car, with Jace, Paige, Zayn, and Easton. It's literally a quadruple fucking date with Carter and me as the fourth.
"I swear, we didn't know he would be here," Amelia tells me.
"Mm-hm."
She and Kennedy both cringe as we get out of the car. It's not like there is anything I can do about it. Noah said he was busy tonight, and we're an hour away from campus. What are my options, other than go through the asylum or sit in the car and wait until they're done?
"Took you forever," Easton groans.
Kennedy rolls her eyes. "I only bought tickets for five."
"Oh, that's okay," Carter answers. "We bought our own."
"Of course, you did."
As we all start heading toward the line, I can faintly hear Amelia and Zayn murmuring to each other about how Carter wasn't supposed to be invited. Zayn tells her he isn’t picking sides and she said she wouldn't either. She sighs heavily and he wraps his arm around her, ending that conversation.
We all have to sign a waiver stating we won't sue for any injuries, that the monsters are not allowed to touch us, and we are not allowed to touch them, and that if at any point we want to leave, we are free to do so. It seems pretty cut and dry, but as I sign my name on the line, I get a bad feeling about this.
WAITING IN LINE ISprobably the longest part, and while Carter hasn't said a single word to me, he won't stop looking my way. It's almost like he was told I was off-limits, which wouldn't surprise me for a second. Still, him being here is enough to make me uneasy.
I'm so sick of feeling pulled two different ways. There's a massive part of me that hates him, that would get pure joy out of seeing him suffer. But there's still that part of me that feels the connection we had in Florida. It wasn't often, but the times it was just him and me, we really got along. I used to think about how lucky Davi was to have him, and there were times I was jealous of her for it.
If only I had known.
As I lean against the railing and mess around on my phone, I feel Carter's arm brush against my own. It's a very subtle touch and could totally be justified by the line being too crowded, but I know him. It's intentional. Still, he doesn't say anything, and I don't move, even though I know I should.
OKAY, WHOEVER THOUGHT OFusing an old asylum as a haunted walkthrough was a fucking genius—and I hate them. The first section wasn't so bad, but the second is making my stomach churn. Things jump out at you everywhere you turn. Thankfully, Kennedy and Easton ended up in front, with Amelia and Zayn behind them. It's probably because Kennedy is getting the most scared, which is honestly amusing, but that doesn't mean they're not jumping out at us in the back.
We're making one particular turn when a zombie that had hung back lunges for me. I screech so damn loud it nearly pierces my own damn eardrums, and by reflex, I jump back and into Carter. He chuckles and looks down at the way my arm is wrapped around his waist.
It's do or die. I can either let go of him and fend for myself, or I can value my chances of walking the fuck out of here and let him keep me safe.
Fuck it.
"Not a damn word," I tell him.
He snickers and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Wouldn't dream of it."
It's so wrong. So fucking wrong. This is the absolute last place I should be right now. If anything, I should be taking Amelia up on her offer to let me share Zayn, but judging by the way her nails are digging into his arm, I don't think he has room for me.
We walk through a door that is filled with a bunch of fake body parts that look disgustingly real, and Kennedy screams as soon as the first person jumps out at her with a chainsaw. She turns around and heads for the back, stopping as she sees the position Carter and I are in.
"I'm not even going to attempt to unwrap that right now," she says with a shake of her head. "But we're taking the back for a bit."
"It's not much better," I tell her.
Amelia comes to get behind us too, leaving Jace and Paige in the front. She handles it a lot better than Kennedy does, and honestly, my ears thank her. Then one of the zombies manages to get in between us and them. He even positions himself in my face, to where Carter needs to let go. Screams fill the room, some recorded and some real, as I stand in a face-off with this fucking dude.
"Move," I demand.
But he doesn't. He just stands there, keeping me cornered against the wall and getting way too close.
"Does personal space mean nothing to you? Fucking move."
