SCENE 11
Craig couldn’t remember the last time he was this worried about Jerald P. He had been gone for hours and Craig hadn’t been able to find him. It was morning and there was still no sign of the curious teen anywhere. And that wasn’t even the worst part. Craig noticed that Stacy wasn’t sitting with Walter. Walter was sobbing with his face in his hands, drenching them in tears. Stacy was taken, Craig took it. Everyone was disappearing, and Craig still could wrap his head around as to why they were disappearing. Craig sat in front of his mini-base and waited for Jerald P to return, which didn’t take too long. Craig was exasperated at how long Jerald P stayed away. “Where the heck have you been?! I was up for hours looking for you!” Craig yelled, holding a disgusted look on his face.
Jerald P held a straight face as best he could. “I was trying to look for the other Jerald and his friends.”
“When we’re supposed to be looking for Harold and Karry.”
“I’m sorry, Craig, but I had fun though trying to look for them.”
“Alone.”
“Look, I told you that if I don’t come back soon, to come look for me, right?”
“And that’s exactly what I did! But you thought it would be best to just go off and leave without coming back to tell me that you wouldn’t be coming back to the base till the morning!” Craig didn’t want to hear anymore of Jerald P’s stories.
“Craig…”
“I thought you were taken by the nappers! And as a matter of fact, I ran into one of them last night.” Craig finally expressed a feeling that wasn’t happy-go-lucky.
“Really?! What did you do to him?” Jerald P’s moods changed at the lightspeed.
“I hit him with one of the pans and managed to get away before he could take me.”
“That’s great!” Craig kept glaring at Jerald P, still ticked off about his poor decision making. “I mean that, it was great that you got away.”
“Yeah, but guess what else happened this morning before you got back?”
“What?”
“Stacy was taken by them, but not by the one I encountered.” Jerald P’s face went pale as if his soul was sucked clean out of him.
“So there really is more than one?”
“Apparently, and the one I ran into, he calls himself ‘Killer Jam.’” Jerald P’s face grew paler and even more fear-struck as Craig talked.
“That’s just lovely. Not only are we missing three people now, but we’re dealing with more than one menace.”
“Exactly. What do you think is going to happen next?”
“I honestly have no clue, but I know that everything goes according to God’s plan. I’d say you should ask Him what’s going to happen.” Craig’s glare faded and was replaced with a blank stare. “I think everyone here should ask what’s going to happen next.” Craig moaned.
“Yeah, but in the meantime, we should probably get some sleep and take a break from watch our backs.”
“Good idea.” Craig grabbed a cutting board, laid it flat, and rested his head on it as he quickly fell into a deep sleep. Jerald P let out a chuckle as he just watched Craig sleep awkwardly. “I meant in our room, but whatever.” Jerald P walked back to his cabin room to fall asleep. Everything still in its place except for Craig’s luggage, it was sticking out from underneath his bed by approximately one foot. Jerald P took the initiative to push it back all the way under the bed. If Craig could, he’d do everything halfway and leave the rest to whoever had the initiative to finish it if it involved cleaning or doing chores of any kind. This kind of unorthodox behavior was very unhealthy, especially for someone who has the mentality of an elementary school student. Jerald P didn’t want Craig to have another breakdown though, and it was in his best interest to make sure Craig can still have fun with everything that’s going on.
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