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Audrey trailed behind Shelby straight into Dominic's room, waddling from one tired foot to the other and nervously glancing behind her, checking whether the cleaver was flying at her again. Shock, fear, disbelief — filled her so completely that she could not even utter an extra word. She wanted, so as not to lie, to behave just like Miller in the first season: afraid of absolutely any noise and an incorrectly bent branch to window, similar to the sinister hand of a Slaughterer, to hide in a corner like a scared to death animal and only squeaking, not letting anyone near. All this bullshit, which until recently she called a script, turned out to be true, and not scribbles invented by Sidney on paper. Well, it's just fucking «perfect». Much better, no, seriously.


Just walking into a man's room and seeing him groaning like a wounded dog trying to sit on the bed, Audrey not only rolls her eyes, but is also ready to give up right now from helplessness, because, let's be honest, such an infirm group of people is unlikely to be able to do anything against the fucking hillbillies with weapons and the ghosts of Roanoke. Tindall doesn't even know who to blame anymore. This idiot is dead, and all the responsibility lay on him. Who the fuck will save her? Sidney, as mentioned above, is dead, Rory, apparently, will only be happy to remain a widower. Even according to the law, she actually came here herself. Annoyance suddenly jumped even higher than fear against the background of all this absurdity.


— How much time do we have? — the actress asks. Now time began to fall so rapidly from her hands, which only generated a great panic. — A day, two, a couple of hours?


— Two days, i guess, — Shelby said in a very detached voice, helping the man reach the first-aid kit, which was already battered and half empty due to Miller's recent wound. Shelby tried to collect her thoughts and all the options for getting out of the situation, but the way Audrey flashed in front of her, with a face expressing a semblance of fear and full of irritation, constantly distracted her.


— Tindall, don't be in front of eyes, you need to calm down, — Shelby said, rubbing her eyes with fatigue and thinking about washing to remove the mess of dried and tightening tears from skin.


— Calm down?! — she screamed, — calm down, yeah. — now the British woman repeated in the affirmative with a sneer in her voice.


— Some kind of fucked-up thing is happening around us, and you tell me to calm down, — standing up in front of the blue-eyed woman and drilling her with a look, again, as if they want to kill them because of her and it's all her fault, the woman freaks out, — we are stuck in some kind of ass, there is no one to come save us, and even in addition, we need to go save the others!


No, the way Tindall said it really felt like an accusation, as if, the yoga teacher of all people, was to blame for all of this. Shelby had the familiar disgusting feeling when they don't believe you to the last, and then they give out that it's all your damn fault that you didn't tell them earlier. And only able to roll her eyes at the British woman, Miller again drills a point on the floor with a detached look.


— We will try to return for Lee and Monet and leave on the way to the city, and then we'll find help, — having already treated the wound and finally breaking away from it, Dominic joined the conversation.


— Well, yes, it will be just as fucking simple and safe as in the fucking first season!


— It will not be easy and safe, as you said, — the blue-eyed woman accompanied her words with an empty, even a little hopeless look, — this idiot has doomed us all to death. If we are lucky — we will live, if not, we will stay here forever…


Audrey Tindall even squinted away from Miller's attitude. To be honest, her luck is all below average and what to do with this information now she does not know. If Shelby, who had gone through all this nonsense, now spoke with such a mood, then it seems that actress can not even count on life… But the wild irritation that appeared from somewhere like a hot lump in the throat does not fade, but only on the contrary grows stronger and the British woman speaks out:


— Don't you dare talk such shit, do you hear? If it will be necessary, we will strangle these rednecks with our own hands and jump through the forest to escape from this madhouse. — Shelby's eyes even seemed to light up with a barely visible light of hope. Audrey has this temper, the rod is not broken and whole, with the help of which she has a chance to survive. Miller has nothing left of rod after everything she went through. And whether the British woman will be able to pull everyone out on her own strength of spirit was a controversial issue.


— Shel, she's right, don't despair so early, we'll cope with all these freaks. Tomorrow morning at sunrise we will go to the house of the regiments. Then my leg didn't let me cope with them, I think now an adult man will be able to handle with them, — Dominic said enthusiastically.


— That's bullshit, — reacting to Dominic's words, as if he said the most fucking unbelievable and naive shit in the world, Shelby says next, — don't underestimate them, these assholes will shoot without thinking, besides, they are much more than us. If we want to get Lee and Monet out, we need to do it quietly.


— What do you suggest?


— We'll sneak to the Polks house and take Lee and Monet noiselessly. And then we get out of there by car — we'll steal a truck from them. — maybe Shelby didn't have much hope of winning, but her head was working in the right direction.


— The main thing is to have at least some kind of weapon, — Tindall thinks aloud in a whisper, not believing her own words. She has never held a real weapon in her hands, except for the gun of her distant uncle, but here…


— So this is our plan, — the dark-skinned man concluded hurriedly. — I think we should finally rest now. I'm terribly tired and exhausted. So, good night, ladies.


Although there was a plan, it did not give any magical calm and confidence. And as soon as everyone ran to their rooms, it became really scary. At least Miller is alone in her room, where until recently she almost lost her life. She lay on her back and peered into the darkness of the room, trying to see the ceiling. In fact, there was no one to save her either. Sidney is dead, Matt almost killed her today, so he definitely won't protect her, and Dominic, in case of real danger, would rather leave her than help. Of course, there was also Tindall, playing today as a defender of the weak and crippled, apparently. But why, suddenly, she began to stand up for the yoga teacher in such a way is not clear to her. Miller thinks that this is the last race before she dies. What else can she do? Her life completely loses its meaning and risking the salvation of Lee and Monet no longer seems such a bad scenario. If it had been then, in the first season, fuck no she would have agreed to such an operation. She would have tried to escape or hide, but now, m-yes. She is climbing into the clutches of the Polks.


Interrupted by self-reflection, Shelby hears a noise outside the door. And she even holds her breath, listening to the silence of Roanoke at night. Everything subsided as quickly as it began, but the woman lost the only grains of sleep. Now, in the shadows, looking at them until your eyes ache, you see how the creatures of the night begin to dance, they also make you open your eyes wider, and the body seems to turn to stone. In the corridor outside the bedroom door, she suddenly heard another creaking of floorboards and rustling. Shelby even thought that she would wait for death tonight. It was difficult to see anything on the clock on the wall in such darkness, so she takes out the phone that Sidney kindly gave her and looks at the time on it. It's fifteen minutes to midnight, and blue-eyed still can't sleep, and her shoulder is aching.


The rustling as an accompaniment of this night mixed together with the wild howling of the wind in the cracks between the wooden cracked shutters of the windows of this damn house. But the creaks in the corridor did not subside, on the contrary, they only became louder and louder, as if someone was going to the door of a wounded woman. Shelby gets up sitting in bed and turns on the bedside lamp, first looking around her room, and then stopping her gaze at the front door. And with all the great desire to look away, like a five-year-old hiding under the bed or at least under the blanket, Miller, on the contrary, drills the opening with her blue eyes. And now the footsteps are heard right under the door, abruptly disappearing, the long-haired woman swallows, waiting. As if someone is thinking how best to break into her room and finish her off, or the monster is specifically waiting for the moment to burst into the bedroom with a scream and kill the blue-eyed woman with a heart attack.


A minute, two, how much more has passed, the woman does not know, because under the weak light of the lamp, she hypnotized the door without looking up, waiting for something. Suddenly, a knock. Cautious, barely audible, asking for permission and uncertain almost only noise. Well, ghosts wouldn't knock like that, would they? The knock echoed through the room and a moment later the door creaked slightly open. A short-haired woman appeared from behind the door and asked:


— Are you asleep? — quietly and uncertainly.


— You scared me to the fucking death, — Shelby breathes, relieved. — It's hard to sleep here/


— So I can't sleep either, — the woman slips into the room and closes the door behind her, — I keep seeing all sorts of crap in the dark and thoughts come into my head…


— Come in, — understanding the woman in this question, the blue-eyed woman invites her, tapping on the place next to her on the bed.


And why not let Audrey in? Shelby, who wanted to be alone in the afternoon so much today, now has a wound on her shoulder and, to be honest, now she does not want to be alone at all. The woman does not have a big choice, there are two other people in the house besides her, but Audrey is a priori better than Dominic. Although she didn't think so before… After all, she turned to Banks for help in a difficult moment, and not to a friend from the shooting — Tindall. And that's why it seems that half of the Roanoke fandom hates her. A traitor and a psycho is a class stigma. And now Audrey has come to her, and not to Dominic, which is a little unclear for Shelby, but she does not complain. It's ridiculous to even imagine, but Miller imagined a frightened Tindall sneaking down the corridor to her door on tiptoe and coming up, standing for another minute with her hand raised to gather the courage to knock.


Audrey climbs onto the bed next to the woman and falling under the light of the lamp, Shelby notices the red eyes of the actress and not a single hint of sleep in them. She apparently just cried — there are many reasons why, in fact. And Shelby might even want to cry too, but she couldn't even squeeze out tears.


— How's your shoulder? — the actress asks, bringing the yoga teacher out of his thoughts.


— It's whining, — she says shortly.


— How are you doing at all? — Miller asks instead, deciding to cover this issue with red eyes, because she didn't really want to talk about her own problems. She just wanted to forget about them.


— I think you've been through more than I have today, so it's me who should be interested in this question from you, — she says, smiling.


— Yes, we've all been through a lot today, — Miller agrees.


After the words of the blue-eyed woman, several minutes passed and Audrey, thinking about what to say, returned to Miller's question about how her affairs were:


— My fucking phone has died and it seems that with my stupid jealousy I've wasted our safe chance to call the cops… — the actress filters through her teeth guiltily. Shelby turns an unreadable look at her and Tindall is afraid to imagine what machinations Miller will be ready to do with her now, but she paused and glared at her with blue eyes, turns away, now looking out the window and says:


— I probably would have done the same thing if I had a similar situation… — she said it so dejectedly and sadly that Audrey felt guilty again only because her husband did not try to kill her, as Matt did. Miller's husband also cheated on her and tried to strangle her with his bare hands, and did it all a hundred times worse than the British woman situation. And Tindall couldn't think of exactly what to say to make Shelby feel better. Are there any words in the world that would make her feel better?


— I'm sorry, Shelby… — Audrey whispers.


They are silent for some time, but they are not asleep in one eye. The whole house is surprisingly quiet and calm, as if this is not Roanoke and not a place teeming with ghosts of various colors and shapes, but just a country house. But the howling of the wind outside the window and the creaking of the roof brought back to reality and Audrey immediately believed more that they were on the lands of the lost colony. The British woman turned her attention to the room. That mirror which was broken today with the help of Agnes and Dominic was still lying on the dresser in some pieces, and to be honest, Tindall is glad that it is broken, because she did not want to see her tear-stained and red eyes in the reflection. The thought of her husband, which she had first postponed because of all the shit that had happened, and then because he was a fucking traitor, finally caught up with her at the end of the day and replaced all the irritation with salt water that quickly ran out of the brown eyes in her room. It was a betrayal, because she loved him as much as the age difference and her own cockroaches in her head allowed. Even the thought flashed that he could not stand all this distrust on the part of the actress, but Audrey does not like to dig into herself, it's easier to just believe that he did it, because he is young and has absolutely no taste for good women. The British woman does not even notice how she tries to see the pattern of fancy wallpaper with the small amount of light that the lamp created and, given up, switches to Miller, looking at the ceiling.


The blonde looked tired, her eyes were also reddened from all this crying today, and the bandage with a white clothe only peeks out of the neckline of the sweater. And, probably, the yoga teacher could now turn to the actress and ask her: «What the fuck, are you looking at me like that?», but her eyes were very focused on the ceiling with a blue haze of the iris, that it was hard to try to distract her from this. Tindall suddenly sees how Miller's gaze blurred a little and the eyelids lowered for a moment, but then immediately lifted and the blue eyes stared at the ceiling again.


— I do not know what is waiting for us tomorrow, all sorts of thoughts come into my head that I can't sleep. — as if realizing that Shelby is also thinking about the fact that she can't sleep, the actress says. Audrey lowered herself onto the pillows and curled up in the fetal position, pressing her hands close to her. Her gaze now remained on the pattern of the bedspread.


— All sorts of thoughts — and not a single good one, — the blue-eyed woman said and repeated the woman's pose, turning to face her.


— Exactly… — the actress finally drawled sleepily, accompanying it all with a yawn.


They lay in silence for a while, as if thinking about something, until the drowsiness became more and more and meanwhile they heard:


— You know, whatever happens tomorrow, I'm sorry, — Tindall whispered, — I was a bitch, not even suspecting that everything I went through on the set, you went through in life. It's all turned out to be a real hell for you…


Shelby even opened her sleepy eyes and looked at the woman lying in front of her. It was hard to believe that Audrey Tindall herself had apologized to her. They got along so well with the actress, but her hot-tempered personality deteriorated even more after the wedding. The women wrote off and sometimes even went out for coffee together, and they were constantly talking on the set. No, they were not best friends and usually their conversations were all about the filming process and how best to work out the script in a certain series. The whole situation got out of control after the first season. That's when public opinion and a lot of different scrapes, which not only Miller got into, forced women to change their opinions about each other. So Tindall, for example, listening to everyone in a row and the jaundiced press and the same Dominic, decided that Miller was still a stupid twitchy bitch who was pretending to be a victim. And then it seemed normal to her to pour shit on her in the same way as the half of the Fandom, and not to help the blonde. Now she understood why she was behaving like this. Damn, a woman almost died in this hell. Shelby, on the other hand, always treated Audrey with caution and distrust because of her fame and quick temper, and after the wedding, all this intensified and Rory began to occupy all the place in the life of the actress, that even for the only time when Miller called her for coffee, Tindall ignored her. From that moment their normal communication ended…


— You know, thank you. It's nice to know that at least someone believes you and doesn't think you're completely crazy bitch, — the woman replied with relief, realizing that Audrey really admitted her guilt that it was because of her that they stopped communicating.


— Thank you for letting me in, — a woman with short hair says, opening her eyes and meeting the blue ones.


Miller answers the British woman with one tired nod and closes her eyes, not remembering how her consciousness completely fades and they both do not fall asleep.



It was beautiful here and only the most real ignoramus could argue with this. And Shelby wasn't going to argue with that. The pine forest with its tall and slender trees stretching up to the sky, fascinated, made you feel insignificant compared to these spruce giants. Lifting your head so high that it begins to spin, to the sky just beginning to lighten, you can see how the wind of these places shakes the tall giants from side to side so lazily and slowly, as if they are dancing at all under the pointer of a cool breeze. Yellowish crumbled needles rustled under they feet, reminding of a sandy beach next to the dark water of the sea, and walking on them was only one pleasure.


The forest smelled of this pleasant pine smell of wood and needles, and the woman remembers why, in the first place, she wanted to buy this house and move here in the first place. If Matt was attracted to his now huge house, where he was the most plentiful owner, then Miller was because of these pines that stretched for miles into the distance. They enveloped everything with their pleasant smell and fresh forest breeze, and it all reminded blue-eyed very much of her childhood, enveloping her in an invisible shadow of pleasant memories of home and former tranquility. And what she could say that this forest, as a defender, hid the building from unnecessary views and entire cities, hiding it in the wilderness. No one should ever have found them here again and hurt them. But either the forest did not do its job well, or it's just the fate of the Miller family…


With the first rays of the sun, as planned, they moved into the thicket of the forest behind the others. The team consisted of three people: two wounded and one disgruntled British woman. Her discontent came from the very morning from the fact that a dark-skinned man with glasses refused to go to the rescue, at least to save his own sister! Well, more precisely, as he refused, Dominic and Audrey behind him, overcoming the warnings of the yoga teacher, went down to the basement for a man, and met only with an empty and dusty room. A secret underground passage was opened wide open and a cool and strong draft crashed into the actors ' faces from it, making them shudder and even squint from its strength. Only the broken glass and the frame of Matt's glasses were visible at the entrance. The passage was enveloped in an all-consuming blackness, hiding behind it for sure many different horrors of this house. Actually, no one counted on his help after that miscarriage, but the fact that he would completely leave the group, probably also with this prehistoric trash, angered the British Woman even more than Miller's wife.


Miller, apparently, has completely resigned herself. Yes, and so quickly. She accepted that her husband was a freak, that she would have to die here because of her own stupidity, and that Audrey was very demonstratively and viciously kicking the brushwood under her feet, rustling the whole forest. Shelby even managed to marvel at how the actress has the courage to behave like this, because only yesterday she was so afraid for her life that she even came to Miller to wait out the night. And it wasn't that the blue-eyed woman didn't like it on the contrary, the woman slept more calmly than usual, especially realizing that Audrey was on the side closer to the door and the «monster» would have dragged her away first. But of course this is just a joke. The warmth of the human body, which, it would seem, a married woman should be content with every night, was gradually forgotten and no longer brought calm and peace as before, until Shelby managed to feel it again completely from the wrong person. Well, what can we say about it now, and it's already getting worse than nowhere.


— What are you so angry about? Shelby can't stand it and turning her head in the direction of the British woman, she asks, continuing to step along the path in the hope that this is the right direction.


Audrey throws her head up and for a minute silently examining the other woman, that it seems to her eyes that now she will give out something completely unfriendly or even reprimand the woman next to her again, she suddenly gives out, calming down and slowing down her step, as if the she is going to say the secret of the universe:


— I'm trying to tune in. I'd rather be angry at these pigs than tremble with fear, — Tindall replies, even accompanying this with a raised corner of his lips. And Miller does not hide her surprise from her face, it seems so brilliant and at the same time naive to her that she stares at the short-haired woman with a stupid smile in response.


Turning away and looking at the road again, she thinks that in fact she was not sure that she remembered exactly where to go. These fucking paths in all possible directions and as if the same trees were only confused. And in general, as far as the yoga teacher remembers, it was as if the forest itself brought you to the places that it needed, confusing your consciousness and intimidating you with the rustle of pine needles. There are only more trees in the distance, tall bushes on the sides, and it's only wasting time to go back. Miller wanted to burst into tears from helplessness and start rushing from trunk to trunk, looking behind them and peering into the distance, hoping to see at least something. And her hands immediately began to tremble treacherously from panic and memories of how she found herself in the middle of the forest in the middle of the night and cold sweat covered her palms, and her breathing quickened as after a run. The old wound began to ache, reminding that it was much easier to stumble now and get into the hands of these drug addicts, who, from just looking at a familiar face, would be ready to gnaw it without a fork and knife. Her heart was pounding somewhere closer and closer to ear and blackness was approaching on the sides of vision. This fear… How long has it been since Miller felt it…


— Hey, I think these are Sidney's trailers, — Dominic whispers, peering somewhere ahead of her, where the lost Shelby saw only a deaf thicket a second ago and still does not hear anything except her rapid heartbeat.


Shelby is terribly afraid of just the memories and the fact that she was in the woods. What was she going to do when she saw Polks? The woman now does not even imagine, and what can we say about the Slaughterer. Shelby is so lost that at first she does not even feel that someone's hand is gently stroking her shoulder in circular movements, until she hears this voice:


— Shelby, are you okay? — the actress asks softly and tenderly, and the woman does not want to answer her, it seems to her that everything can be seen and understood by her scared to death eyes.


Shelby does not even know to thank the British woman for helping her to distract herself or to be embarrassed that such a thing happened in the first place.


Audrey only nodded at Miller's silence, patted her on the shoulder, and began to look further out from behind the bushes at the trailer.


— I do not know if there is a phone there, — the man began, — when Agnes appeared here, we all tried to get away as quickly as possible and did not pay attention to the trailer itself at all.


— Someone should go there and check it out.


— Ah… W-where are they? — the actress asks anxiously.


— On the other side of the trailer, — the man replies dejectedly, — you don't have to do this. I can check it out if you want.


— I've been watching you hobble along all the way and trying to pretend that there's nothing wrong with your leg, you idiot, — Audrey says, hiding her obvious fear behind sarcastic comments.


And not only Audrey of all those present does not fully understand why she is now so diligently making her way through the bushes to the trailer. She was so brave and really stupid on the way to this place, just to seem ready for all the upcoming shit, that in fact she was even able to forget that she was scared shitless. Shelby or the same Dominic could have done it instead of her, but no: «Make way for roach — Tindall is walking!». It is so easy now to blame others for this — that she is afraid that the actress is thinking about this, just to not faint from seeing a corpse. It was all Shelby and her eyes, in which there was so much fear and anxiety that the British woman even thought that they had lost her. She didn't even seem to notice the others around her, just stared ahead, breathing heavily. And not that Audrey would have dared to attack her after everything they had been through, then she would have been a disgusting person and probably not even very alive, but this look made her feel sick — made her blood freeze and at the same time boil inside from how small Miller looked. She didn't deserve all this shit, that's all she didn't deserve. And Audrey is ready to do everything now so that she will never face those frightened eyes again. But for herself, of course, Tindall says that she just decided at one point that she was ready to meet the dead body of a familiar person and search for a phone. And since she had already decided, it was too late to retreat now. And it's not because of Miller at all, no-ot at all.


The door was ajar, and God only knew what it was hiding behind it: Agnes, enthusiastically scanning the cameras in the house? One of Sidney's henchmen who was lucky enough to survive? A hillbilly? Or a very real Sidney, who is preparing to jump on her at any moment, shouting: «Smile, Audrey, your scared face was filmed by a hundred and five hidden cameras!»? And who would blame her for not fully believing in all this shit with ghostly Roanoke? No one is adequate, that's for sure. But no, here she goes up the stairs, very carefully ignoring the motionless figures in her peripheral vision on the right and goes inside.


A lot of monitors on the wall in front of her attract the actress ' eyes first. Yes, if Sidney was really alive, then all his cameras right above the beds in the rooms would help him guess that it's time to call help to the actors in the house and grab this crazy Agnes. But Audrey pushes these thoughts away, now she had to focus on something else. In the trailer, except for very expensive shooting equipment, it seems that there was nothing else useful. A couple of Sidney's personal belongings, lunch in a plastic container, a camera standing in the corner and different clothes of the film crew. She couldn't even believe that this idiot took the shooting so seriously that he took away the phones not only from the actors, but also from everyone else, obviously condemning them to death.


Audrey ran out of the trailer, angry and annoyed by this outcome of events. She even imagined how she would approach the corpse of a freak and scream at him until she felt better, but the last pieces of her common sense forbade her to do this, as well as Agnes standing next to Shelby and Dominic, pointing a gun at them.


The elderly woman looked much more rumpled than when the British woman saw her last. Her outfit looked very shabby and dirty, and there was a large blood stain on the sleeve, as if she had a bullet wound under these rags. From where Audrey could be seen, the old woman's eyes looked even more furious and frightened, and the way she waved the gun in the direction of the dark-skinned man and Miller, said only that the balls for the rollers had finally stopped. Her face was smeared with God knows what and covered with perspiration, and her hands were shaking as if old Parkinson's had caught it, it seems at this age it's a little difficult to run through the woods and threaten people. Audrey's throat is dry from the fact that there may be two more corpses in this place now and she can't put her mind to what to do with it.


— Agnes, please calm down, — the man pleads in a trembling voice. I assure you, both women would have paid more attention to how Banks tried to cover up Shelby if everyone hadn't been so scared.


— I–I'm a Slaughterer! — she shouts and threatens with a gun. Tindall saw Shelby shake from this scream and she staggered on the spot.


— I have to finish what I started, — she says hoarsely, — Kill Miller and take my lands!


— We're trying to get out of here, don't you see? Don't do anything stupid… — Dominic says, taking a step forward with his hand raised.


This could be his fatal and final mistake, Tindall is sure of it. The kid played the actor and forgot that, damn, everything is thaat happening so real that Agnes would calmly shoot him between the eyes and without thinking for a second and he would go to the ass with his diplomacy. Therefore, the British woman undertakes a very stupid and selfless act, surprisingly to herself. Grabbing a stone from the ground and aiming as exactly as possible with her hands moving around, the actress throws it in the direction of the psycho. And who the fuck would doubt that she would not get there?


— What the?.. — watching the stone fall a step away from her feet, Agnes asks distractedly.


Dominic, for the first time in front of the actress, acts as it should and reacting instantly, runs into the old woman with his fists, knocking the gun out of her hands. The weapon flies towards the British woman and she immediately grabs it, running up to Shelby. Banks, on the other hand, diligently tries to knock Agnes to the ground, but all he manages with his wound is to prescribe a fucking blow to the face and turning to the others, shout:


— Don't stand there, run!


— No, wait w-we don't need to split up! — Miller babbles.


— He'll catch up with us later, Shelby, we've need to get out of here! — Audrey retorts very convincingly and drags the woman with blue eyes into the depths of the forest by her arms.