Triple C Brigade
Callum frowned at the hellhound kicking dirt back at him. "Cunt," if he had thought it would do anything, he would have kicked dirt right back at the beast. But he decided against it.
"I know. That's why we should've stayed in bed. But now we're here.. and something's gonna jump out and murder all of us." And okay, maybe Catherine could be cool and collected and not show fear, but Callum was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to do that too well.
"Run away," he interrupted. That's what they should do! Run the fuck away! Callum's eyes widened a bit and he leaned down some to try and catch Catherine's gaze, "who're y'talking to? Fuckin' Scooby-Doo from Hell or me? I say we go back home. Back to the circus. And I'm not just sayin' that to get you back to bed, yeah? I'd rather not die on a fucking haunted plantation, tonight. Let's go."
He looked to Caleb as he started to continued toward the plantation. "Jesus." He rolled his eyes, and gestured to the beast as he looked to Catherine, "are we really gonna follow the four-legged Hetty Wainthropp to our bloody deaths??"