Life of the Party - Episode 2
by Ava Conway
What’s your status?
I’m at the cabin – finally.
Took longer than I thought to make sure the woods was clear.
I just gave the group their safety orientation. Seems like a wild bunch.
Yeah, lol. I worked hard to rile them up before I left.
There were more people at the cabin than on the signup sheet. Has everyone paid?
Yeah. We had a few last-minute requests to join. Friends of friends.
I hope you checked them out.
You worry too much.
You don’t worry enough. One false move and we’ll end up in jail.
Relax. I have everything under control.
Do you?
What is that supposed to mean?
I don’t know. I have a bad feeling about all of this.
As soon as I gave the okay to start, people started shooting all over the place.
I yelled at them to stop firing at random shit. That someone was going to get hurt.
And they laughed at me—laughed!
Then several wandered off alone.
Did you bring them back? Everyone needs to stay together…
I’m tracking the last one down now.
It’s like no one paid attention to my list of rules.
They’re excited. You don’t hunt such challenging game every day.
Hold on – I think I see the last member of the party up ahead.
Several minutes pass.
Holy shit!
What?
Oh God. This is bad.
What???
I found the last member of the hunting party.
And??
Someone shot him.
FML.
Damn. How bad is he hurt?
He’s dead.
Shit. That’s going to be messy.
Now I’m hearing footsteps all around me. I think people are wandering off again.
The party isn’t playing by the rules. It’s a free-for-all out here.
Relax.
Are you crazy?? Someone got killed! How can I relax?
This hunting party has more money than hunting skills. I told you that.
Yes, but…
We’ve never had a dead body before.
Other than the prey. But we know how to handle the prey.
This…this is different.
Just throw the dead guy under a bush. We’ll clean it up after the hunt.
What if someone from the group finds him? What if they tell the cops?
What are they going to say?
That they accidentally shot one of their own party instead of the young girl they were hunting?
I don’t like this. We need to call it off.
Everyone has signed waivers and is aware that stuff like this may happen.
It’s too late to back out now. They’ve already paid.
We’re at this rodeo together, my friend.
Some damn rodeo this is, you asshole.
Look, you have to just make it work. I have my hands full manipulating the prey.
Where is Lynn, anyway? Is she all right?
You know better than to use the prey’s real name at this stage of the game.
You haven’t gotten attached to her, have you?
What? No, of course not.
Good. Then get your act together and get rid of the body.
How?
I told you – drag it under a bush while keeping our paying customers focused on the target.
Okay.
I have to go. The prey is on the move.
Damn, she’s fast. I can’t catch up.
Gonna need some help getting her back within bounds.
Can’t you do one thing on your own? I’m dealing with these idiots over here…
No. You have the better relationship with her. She trusts you.
But the hunting party…
Fuck the party. If she makes it out of the woods and gets to the cops, we’re screwed.
Bring her back to the cars. I’ll meet you there with the party.
Fine. As long as we get to put an end to this game as quickly as possible…
She’s getting away, Nate. Contact her. NOW.
Sighing, Nate hits Lynn’s name in his call list and brings the phone to his ear.
Lynn, are you there?
Yes.
Nate steps out of woods and sees two parked cars on a small dirt road.
Where are you? I found Brad’s car, but no one’s here.
Not even Brad?
No. Tell me where you are, and I’ll come get you.
I went to the lake to try to orient myself.
I think I was too exposed. They found me, so I had to run.
They?
Yes. Brad and several others.
I can still hear their voices in the distance.
Nate checks his gun and finds he’s out of ammunition.
It was awful. They started shooting at me, so I ran.
Then I tripped and fell.
Nate puts the gun down on the hood of the car.
Are you okay?
Not exactly.
Nate, I tripped over a dead body!!!
Shit.
Nate, I’m so scared. I don’t know what to do.
I’m going to call the police.
No, no cops!
What? Why?
Because the cops will only make things more complicated.
These people are crazy, Lynn.
Calling the cops might send them over the edge and put yourself in more danger.
Oh. I didn’t think about that.
You don’t want to make these people angrier than they already are.
Why would they be angry with me?
What did I do to them?
Listen, I’ll take care of everything. Just tell me where you are.
I…
Lynn?
Shit. I think they found me again!
I don’t hear anything.
Can you get yourself back to the car?
I can help if you double back to the car.
I…I think I can.
Hurry, Lynn! I can’t help you unless I know where you are!
Okay, I’m on my way.
Without ending the call, Nate drops his phone into the driver’s seat of Brad’s car.
He can hear gunfire and shouting in the distance as he takes his gun to the trunk and reloads.
Lynn emerges from the woods. Her hair is a mess and her clothes are torn.
She tucks her phone in her pocket and lurches toward him.
Oh Nate! Thank God.
Start the car, they're right behind me.
Nate steps away from the trunk of the car and raises his gun.
Lynn stumbles back.
Nate?
He points the firearm directly at her.
Oh shit.
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