It twists around Derrica's voice, the screams stretching out and snapping, and it changes again. Layers over with several voices, indistinct but angry, before it coalesces, and the smell of blood thickens, choking.

"You want what I want, right?"

The voice is gruff, from behind Derrica, but familiar. Abby's.

"Get up," Ellie whispers, struggling to form the words, like she's in a nightmare. Sleep-talking. "Fucking get up-"

Desperate. Scared. More terrified than Derrica's ever seen her.

"Please-"