Rebeca heard something move in the brush behind her. She whipped around throwing one of her tranqs at the noise.
As she pushed the brush away, she found the one thing she didn't expect: another cheerleader.
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"What the hell?" Cal asked. Somehow, he was now in the middle of a desert made of cookie crumbs.
"Nice. You have good taste in acid trips." Daisy said, materializing behind Cal.
"Oh screw this game." Cal said.