Chapter 16October 13th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
“Are you sure it isn’t Friday?” I asked, as we crowded into my small room.
Stefan chuckled. “Friday the 13th?”
I climbed onto the bed. Ever try going to sleep with a bunch of old people watching you, filming you the whole time? No? I don’t recommend it. It’s weird.
I lay down and realized immediately that I wasn’t going to be comfortable like that. My gun dug into my side, and I couldn’t draw it fast in that position. So I sat up and shucked off the jacket, tossed it over the footboard, and then took off the holster. I put the gun by my pillow were I could reach it easily.
Roan moved around to the foot of the bed. She looked around her camera. “Are we supposed to film you sleeping?”
Stefan moved over beside the bed. “What is the plan?
