Page 35 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

“Stop moving,” Reva called out from the other side of the RV. “My head is throbbing, and you keep moving around like a rabid raccoon.”

I huffed and rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. “You’re not even in the same room as me,” I called back. “How the hell can you hear me moving?”

It was half-past two in the morning, and it was clear that I wasn’t the only one having trouble sleeping. We’d all had a little too much to drink tonight, and now we were paying the price.

A loud snore came from Lennox’s bunk, cutting through the quiet like a chainsaw. Well, at least Lennox was sleeping.

“Did you hear that?” Reva whispered, her voice suddenly sharp with tension.

“I didn’t even move,” I hissed back. Did she have bionic hearing or something?

“No,” she whispered again, her tone urgent. “It sounds like someone is walking around outside the campsite.”

“It’s probably just someone walking to the bathrooms,” Raven groaned from her bunk. “Stop talking and go to sleep.”

But then I heard it too—footsteps crunching softly through the gravel right outside my open window. “Oh God,” I whispered, feeling a chill run down my spine.

“See?” Reva whispered, her voice tinged with panic. “Someone is out there.”

I didn’t want to alarm her, but it sounded like more than just one someone. “I’m sure it’s just someone who’s lost,” I said, trying to sound calm even though my heart was racing.

“Lost in our campsite?” Paige added from her bunk, her voice trembling slightly.

Okay, so this was officially terrifying.

Before I could even think about what to do, a knock sounded on the door, making us all jump.

“Oh. My. God!” Greta whisper-shouted from her bunk.

Maybe it was one of the girls from the Mini Weenie. Or maybe it was just a lost camper who needed help finding their campsite.

But then there was another knock, louder this time.

Or maybe it was someone polite enough to knock before they killed us all.

“Get the door,” Greta said quietly.

“Me?” I strained, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why me?”

“This is your big-ass RV,” Greta pointed out, as if that settled the matter.

I sat up, pushing my hair out of my face. “If I die, you’re coming with me,” I muttered, pulling on my hoodie for some semblance of bravery.

Greta sat up in her bunk and pointed to the door. “Nah-uh, honey. I am a young mother with years left to live.”

“And do you think I’m a hundred years old?” I hissed back, standing up and making my way to the door. “Maybe it might be for the best if the murderer gets me,” I mumbled under my breath.

Greta smacked my butt as I walked past her bunk.

“We’re right here if you need us,” Cyn whispered, her voice barely audible in the dark.

Another knock sounded on the door, and now I was irritated. “I’m freakin’ coming,” I shouted, stomping the last few steps to the door and flipped on the light. I quickly unlocked it and kicked it open, not bothering to be gentle.

The door swung open suddenly, catching the person on the other side right in the face. There was a loud thud, followed by a string of curses.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman. How many times have I told you not to kick the damn door open?”

I blinked rapidly, instantly recognizing the voice. “Lo?” I gasped.

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