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You aren't sure how good of a pitcher you are, but you decide to plan for the worst, and pick up a few plates. A Rainbow-powered slug should hurt a lot, the Hive hopes.
You, and JJ close behind, leave the Kitchen. Thankfully, the Canine doesn't destroy the barricade. It seems the thing is either distracted or disoriented tonight.
<inquiry>How are you holding up, kid?
>"I can't say I'm getting used to this, I'm not sure I was built to adapt to simulated fear. That might be the point...”
<further inquiry>Not going to panic, we hope?
>"I think I'll be okay, I won't run off into the Wood or anything if things get too scary. I have a faint idea what's in there, it's safer here with you. I know what generally happens to panickers in dangerous situations."
JJ is okay enough, for now. You stealth as best you can around the corner and peek to whatever the Hell is making those knocks--
...
Oh, it's that White Thing, it notices you, and leaves a long wrapped package on the grass.
It looks at you as you move behind the Pizzeria, and gives you a polite, silent wave before starting to crawl back into the Wood.
