Thought was something hard to come by right now. All that was going through Leah's head was just to breathe. Breathe deep, calm the fuck down. Having Dani there, stroking her hair, holding onto her, it made all the difference. Having Tyson running back and forth between the house and towards his jeep wasn't helping so much, despite his faux bravado and eagerness to get everyone out of here.<br/><br/>Leaving made sense, but if there was a killer hanging around the lake, you would think that he would be smart about it, no? That's what all the movies are like; cuts the phone, cuts the power, siphon gas or drain the engine oil, cut the brakes. Killers are lunatics, and if there was one out there, it was best to stay in a group.<br/><br/>Right?<br/><br/>"There's... there's gotta be something in the kitchen we can use, right? Fire extinguishers, knives... Fuck, I want to go home..." Leah was trying to be helpful, but the panic of the whole situation was getting overwhelming again. She really couldn't think to do anything else but sit on her knees, holding on tightly to a girl she had only just met, and was in the middle of having sex with. Weird how that works...<br/><br/>Tyson spoke up again, telling people to head into his jeep so that they could make it out. "Are you even sure your car is working? Who knows, maybe the killer's just waiting for you on the road. Fuck, do you even know how close the next town is?" Leah was just being cynical out of fear. She really couldn't trust anyone right now.