Who: Chase and Kiley When: Early afternoon Where: Chase's room, then Kiley's room
Chase had been in such a shocked, adrenaline-induced daze upon entering his room that he hadn't realized what he'd been doing until he was fastening up the filled bag They'd given him for their beach excursion. It had been a fucking day, first leaving to find that all the bikes were gone, then checking his stash to find that almost all of the food was gone, then coming back to the house to clear evidence that not only had someone broken into his room again, but they'd stolen from him. Stolen the most dangerous things he possessed. All the weirdness that had been going on the past few days, between Jack getting attacked, and whoever the hell was messing with Marco and Pam, was nothing compared to that feeling that, once again, he wasn't safe. Not even in his own room. There were dangerous, crazy fuckers around, and someone had his caltrops, and he just wanted to be somewhere safe. Somewhere gone.
He was dressed to leave, clad in multiple layers including David's jacket, his bag slung over his shoulder the few belongings he gave a damn about, his hammer secured to his belt. He was about to open the window, about to make his very familiar escape when he stopped, his brain screaming that he was forgetting the most important detail of this plan. He couldn't leave Kiley, Lennon and Tobias behind. Shit, the whole point in making the secret stash was so that the four of them could leave together.
"Shit, shit," he whispered to himself, strutting toward the door. As he made his way to Kiley's room, his gait practically dared anyone who might come across him to stop him, to fuck with him, to say a damn thing. His entire body tightened as he knocked on Kiley's painted door, the nervous energy surging through him causing his hands to shake. God, he just hoped she was there, then two more stops and they could get the fuck out.