Willow arrives at the cemetery, looking around wearily, then deciding its fine and running around chaotically, "ALEEEX IF YOURE HERE SAY HIIIIII!!!"
Silence.
"Awh man. Guess I can run around a bit still, totally be fun.. Maybe she's just sleeping somewhere here. Or hiding because I'm made of horror! IM GONNA TRY AND FIND YOU ALEX SORRYYYY" Willow continues to speedwalk through the cemetery, reading Graves. The holes Alex had dug along her way aren't as frequent anymore. Willow gets to a point where there's no sign of anyone, really. "Okay.. weeeird.. but cool?.. I haven't been over here yet, but maybe that means Alex is.." She slows down a bit, into more of a wander. Nothing. Not a single sound. Not even a trace of any human having gone this way.
Carl arrives at the scene.
"HELLO???" Carl yells out. "ANYONE HERE???" Carl puts on a vest and backpack. Oh and a mask to protect him from being hit by Alex again. The backpack contains tools as well as a gun just in case. He walks deeper into the cemetery.
Willow hears Carl, and out of boredom, decides to try and scare him. She walks among the Graves, crouched down, making sure it's him first. She stifles a laugh a few times, running around him quietly.
“Again, is someone there?” He mutters it, but loud enough for someone close to hear him. He walks slower. He walks further into the cemetery.
Carl hears a faint scream from Alex. "HELLO?!"
“IS THAT YOU WILLOW? OR ALEX? MYLA’S LOOKING FOR YOU!” He yells loudly. That voice sounds familiar. Alex starts to head towards Carl.
Willow runs up to Carl at full speed- "BLOOORRRRGGG!!!"
“Woah! You scared me man..” Carl gets up. “AGAIN, MYLA’S LOOKING FOR YOU ALEX” Carl can faintly see Alex in the distance.
“Willow, were you yelling?” Carl asks.
"Hold on, No? Did you hear Alex?!" Willow asks.
“HEY WAIT I SEE SOMEONE! ALEX, MYLA’S LOOKING FOR YOU!” Carl yells out.
"I was too focused on scaring you-"
“Yeah, she was yelling. Kinda..”
"Wait, look!" Willow runs towards the silhouette, "ALEX!!"
“HEY WE CAME HERE BECAUSE MYLA’S MAD AT YOU! YES WE FOUND YOU!” Carl walks slower, prepared for something incase it happens.
"ITS ME WILLOW! AND CARL! ARE YOU OK!" Willow yells. "I think she's really worried about you! You took her car and you've been gone from home for awhile.. so.. She wasn't even sure about where you were.."
“Yeah she is.” Carl says, “Myla is mad and angry at you and also really worried!”
Alex walks past Willow. She throws her shovel up, grabbing it once it comes down for style points, and slams Carl down with it again. "Listen, I'm gonna stay in here for a bit. I have... stuff to do here. You can take the car back to her, I'll walk back once I'm done." She throws the cars keys to Willow. Alex looks at Carl. "She called me again?"
"Woa CAR ABILITIES!!" Willow smiles, "I've always wanted to try driving something!!"
"As far as I know, they only called me once." Alex says.
“Yes Alex, Myla called you tons of times.” Carl groans, his nose bleeding again.
"She called you a few times, really, she's worried.." Willow says. "Plus.. yea she wants to be able to drive places.."
"Weird. I was in a pretty open area. Not like I lost signal or anything, I think." Alex says. "Take the car back to her and tell her I'm alright. By the way, Carl, I need to tell you something."
"OK! Cya! Thanks I think!!! BEE SAAAFE!!!" Willow runs off back towards the exit. Only Alex and Carl are in the cemetery now.
She puts her shovel up to his neck again. "I could kill you right now, hide you inside one of the thousands of coffins in here, and nobody would ever figure it out, you know?"
“Yeah but-“ Carl pushes the shovel away and tries to crawl away. “I’m leaving so..”
Alex trips him and once again, shovel up to the neck. "You're not going anywhere."
“Stop man.” Carl pushes the shovel up. “I’m not killing no one and you aren’t either.”
She slams the shovel deep on the ground, right next to his neck. "I FUCKING SAID. YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE."
“Why???”
Alex stares at Carl. It's such a cold gaze. She could feel the fear start to form within him, and honestly, she was kinda proud of that. Poor thing, thinking she would just, attack him out of nowhere. She isn't doing this for the blood. "I see you brought some tools and shit. Put everything on the floor. NOW."
“Look, why are we fighting. I brought tools because it’s a cemetery and there are murderers. Also, you BROUGHT A SHOVEL. No shade but what was it for? I’ll put them on the floor anyways.” Carl takes off the backpack. “Put down your shovel though. It’s a fair trade.” He's still on the ground.
Alex puts her shovel down and goes through the backpack.
“Gun by the way!” Carl warns her.
Alex pulled the gun out. "Seriously...?"
“Yeah. Murderers. Drop it because it’s not loaded.” Carl's telling the truth.
Alex is a bit dumbfounded. The gun isn't loaded, but whatever, it's still a fucking gun. Was there even any ammo in the fucking backpack? She decides she has had fucking enough. This man was too much for her. She grabs her shovel again, quietly, making sure Carl didn't notice it.
She lifted the shovel up. And slammed it down.
Blood would gush out from his neck for a bit. It was quite the scene. The head almost rolled away, but she stopped it just in time. She looked around for any recent graves nearby that she could dig and hide his body in, and, after a bit of searching, did so. Carl Johnson was dead.
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A knock is heard on the front door of the Lafleur residence..
"WHO IS IT?!"
"I think you know."
Holy fucking shit. Myla opens the door. Oh my God it's actually her. Fuck.
"Yeah, uh, sorry about the car. I should've told you I was getting it and-"
Myla just runs up to Alex and hugs her. "I don't care about that right now." They pull their phone out. "Uhm, you should come in, your clothes are so fucking dirty-"
"Yeah, uh, fair. I guess I just tripped a bit." She's not gonna mention what actually happened at all.