luna took some dark chocolate out of her bag. she snapped it and gave everyone some, hoping nic wont be as rude towards it. "better, pretty-boy?" she laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. she could tell nic was already furious, but this might be going a bit too far.

" real. My dad is a cop, so he has a gun cabinet that I conveniently know the passcode for. "

luna looked at the gun, wondering if it was loaded. "can you shoot? thats the most important thing." she questioned, putting an uncomfortable silence over the others.

(its in her bag)

" of course I can. "

luna looked at the ground, fidgeting. "i-if you say so. but its one thing to shoot another to aim..." (remember her parents died in a mass shoot-out). "can you aim?" she pressed, hoping this wasnt too much.

" Yes, I can aim. "

(thought it was a car accident)

(i forgot ;-;. i think that shoot-out would go into the plot better because she gets a fear of guns, but vars mean fear of non-living modes of transport. pick your poison.)

(well, everyone has a fear of guns or transport up to some standard. she doesn't really have to be scared, but its your call. )

(Just dont start bleeding and Nic won't start chugging juice)

"Great. Because the only thing I can call a weapen is my screwrench." Nic said. "So, how far is the place anyways?"

luna felt a bit dizzy. her eyes darted around the path, looking for a resting place. "crap.." she whispered, remembering how she hadn't slept in what felt like ages (meletonin deficiency, like me! meletonin is the chemical that tells your body to sleep). "damn it.." she growled, walking to a log to get a bit of a rest. she just hoped that the others wouldnt fret over her. she was the least of their worries.