Paige simply hated being talked to like she was being right now. Over texts or in person, she demanded RESPECT from those who spoke to her. Now everyone was being sarcastic, rude little bitches and she was about to explode. The situation was quickly becoming dissolved, a far cry from anything she would have liked. Daniel was going, and warned Royal not to come with her, Dustin had left in the other direction, and Maria had started to follow him.
"Look, this isn't a popularity contest! We've got stuff to protect us! He has a guitar and a stupid smile! You go with him and you'll end up with gonorrhea, and he'll dump on the side of the road once he finds someone hotter...YOU'LL FUCKING DIE, YOU KNOW THAT?!" Paige started, but soon, she was left alone.
She kicked the tyre of the truck in frustration, and immediately started to hop around in pain on her other foot, clutching her probably broken toes. Thankfully, it wasn't that bad, but it hurt like a bitch.
So...what do I do? What do I FUCKING do?
Paige looked around. There were only two paths out of here, and she didn't know where either of them lead. She wanted to see them both (all the while avoiding Royal, of course) so she wouldn't have to decided, but....
Paige, not sure of what else to do, picked up her discarded voodoo doll, and brought it close to her chest. It wasn't bad looking, almost like the weird doll out of Lilo and Stitch.
There was one way out of here, and Paige certainly wasn't going to follow the path that would end up with her catching disease.
"Hey! Wait up big guy!"
Paige, voodoo doll in hand and bag around shoulder, started to follow after DK. There was a long ride ahead of her.
((Paige Strand continues in Conquistador