4 The Fight
The thought sinks in, Avery could be going mentally insane. What were we going to do with her? Me and Noah look over,
"Avery?" She looks over,
her skin is white, her pupils enlarged. She looked like she was on cocaine, but she looked even more insane than that. Suddenly she got up and went towards the door that had been locked and duct tape around the sides so nothing could get in, we made sure of it. She started to pick at the tape, a few seconds in she pulled with all her might, the tape came off. There's light shining through the cracks of the door, she opens it wide and right before she leaves she looks back and smiles at us with one of the most horrifying smiles I've ever seen and whispers,
"I'll be back, trust the voices." She slammed the door.
Everyone had their jaw dropped and nobody moved for minutes. I looked around after about 10 minutes and everyone including me was crying, silently. It could happen to us. I get up and grab the tape she pulled off and started to put it back on again, we don't want whatever's out there to get in here,
"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING SHE SAID SHE'D BE BACK DON'T LET HER DIE OUT THERE!" Liam screamed,
"She's gone insane, we can survive, she won't. It's not our fault. Nothing we can do." I mutter.
He starts getting angry that she walked out on us and blaming it on me.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HER AREN'T YOU THE LEADER? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TO KEEP US ALL TOGETHER NOT HAVE EACH OF US DIE OFF." I start crying again,
"THERE'S NOTHING WE COULD HAVE DONE IF SHE GOES INSANE WHAT DO YOU THINK JUST PLAY CARDS WITH HER? NO WE HAVE NO GAMES. SHE WOULDN'T TALK OR DO ANYTHING WITH US DON'T BLAME THIS SHIT ON ME."
An hour passes of us arguing and we hear footsteps outside, multiple footsteps. We turn to look, its night and who knows who could be out there. I motion to everyone with my finger over my lips to make no noise. The things outside dropped something on the ground and the footsteps faded into the distance away from the door.
"Should I open it?" Everyone nods.
I walk to the door slowly in case the things outside tricked us and are right there and I ripped off the duct tape and opened the door. I gasped at what I saw and slammed the door.
"Well what did you see?" Leah asks,
"No." I didn't want to tell them what I saw, that was one of the most disgusting and horrible things I've ever seen in my entire life. Everyone except me now started debating what was outside and some people tried to pry it out of me.
"Everyone stop worrying about the outside and help me tape the door please." The smell of blood faintly seeped through the door if you got close enough.
"What's that smell?" Elijah asked,
"Don't smell it, it could be radiation from outside." Noah warned him.
We closed up the door and I felt sick to my stomach from the sight, I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I washed off my face and took a shower, in case some stuff stuck on. Gabby and Deirdre motioned me over to them and Camila,
"Where are you going to sleep?" Camila asks me,
"Probably on the couch y'all can take the beds. I like the couch anyway instead of sharing." They nodded and went into bed,
I get ready and get my phone. Even though it doesn't work it just reminds me of who I can contact in an emergency. It turns on, I check to see if internet is working, my phone is at full battery, what? The stars have aligned to make a call? I call my dad, "Ellie is that you?" I start crying,
"GUYS! PHONES WORK! CALL YOUR PARENTS! Yes dad it's me are you and mom okay?" We start talking for a while and I also get to talk to my mom.
"Are the dogs safe?"
Noela recognizes my mom's voice and starts barking and crying.
"Mom are you crying over the phone?" I ask,
"I'm happy you're safe and the babies are safe. Where are you?" I look around to see everyone crying and talking to their parents.
"We're in the-" Noah covers my mouth,
"ב̴̢̯͚̖͉̽͠א̸̸ַ̛̻̲̞͎͍̞͓̳̱̄̓̒̂̔̏̅̈́̓̾͌̊̃̌̂͌̅̀ק̴͇̰̽͐̓̀̈́̚ͅו̸̤͎̫̤̗͚͇͐͂̑̌̇̐͒̓̚מ̵̮̲̹̓͌͒ע̴̼̥͉̙͙͍̝͓͐͐̀͜ן̶̨̞̪̂̀͗̃̀́̃̿̇̽͝ ̶̨̢̡̧̥̳̟̤̙͓͓̹͍͍̅̍̀̄̈́̒̈́͝ͅא̸̢̡̨͚̮̘̭̖̩̇̈́̓͜ו̸̢̛̝̗̝͆̑̂͆̆͆̚͝י̷̡̠͕̯̱̥̪̦̻̭̜̣͆̽͊͌̄̓̿͠ס̶̨̪͓̹̥͖̯͚̑̌̅̄̎͌͂̓̑̈́͘͠ ̸̯̺̀́́̊̔̅̊͝͠פ̴̲̺̲͈͖̟̼̜̟̩͓̠̯̦̾̈͜ו̶̝͙̬̰͑͋̈͒̆́͋͜ן̵̯̘̣̠̳̞͔̮̓̀̄̿̀̀͆͛̏̀͜͠ ̷̛͈͍͕͕̙̞͚̹̓̀̇̒̈́̃́̄̓͊̇̉̚א̷̰̫͙͎̳̳̻̮̪̽̈̓̏̕י̷̧̟̥̼͚̲͛̀̄̀ר̴̡̛̛͈̣͔̦̯̥̠̀̓͊͊̾̅̀͋͊̚͝͝͠ͅ ̸̛̹̅̍̉̈́͂͋ͅט̴͙̲̪̣̳̬͚̙̍̂̌͒͆̒̌̊̏̔̐̊͗̈́͝ע̶͉̝͈̥̣̝̪͚̲̪͆̀͘ͅל̸̧̤̫͉͉͖̘͖͖̠͈͉͑̉̔̎̒̈́ע̷̢̨̡̪̰͕͖͙̥̦̘̊̄̾̑̈́͛̔͒̽́̍͛̋̚͘פ̸͎̥̭͎̓͂̏̏̅̀͘͘ͅא̵̵ָ̢̭̭̦̉̃̈̓̓̓́̏͊̊̓̌̽̄̿נ̶̡̱̲̮̗̥̠͕͎͆̏͛̀̋י̵͙̮̑̄̐̈̏͠ר̴̘̫̟̘̹̘̼͛̀͗͌͆̐̀̏̅̆̊̾̊̕͜ן̶̫̰̰̼̟͉̯̭͍̝͖̻͕̜̐͋ ̵̢̧̟̪̹̥̓̃̐͑̔̄̀א̸̲̮̗̦̫̼͈̖̥̤̰͕́͊͋̈́̋̽̑̌̒̾̂̕͜ו̵̬̙̫̯͖̟̦̫͖̈̂̃̏̄̇͗͘͝ן̸̡̪̩̘͙͚͖̯̣͉͉̘͇̬̑̾̇͐̽͗̒̐̍̀̿͊̎̆̍͜ ̸̯̗̺̃͌̾̒̈̈́͒̐מ̷̨̡̡̭͓͓͈̟͔͕̱͑̌̈̏̅͊̑̏̿̿͐͘͜͠ע̶̡͖̻͇̤̟͖̯͕͗̀̒̏̌̀̿̓̀̀͌́̚̕͝ל̵̧͍̘̗̱̮͙͙̰́̉̃ד̷̨̰͕̟͉̉̓̊͛̀̅̎̿̋̑͒̃͜͝ו̷͓̘̳̣̣̯͊̃͂̓͠͝נ̵̧̩̬̠͖̮͍͛̓̃̒̅̌̔̿̋̇̑̂̈̈̕ג̶̡̣̫̬̫̩͙̇̽̏́̓̿͂̕͘ͅͅ ̴̡̻̱͇̝̯͈͕̦̱͇͍͚͂̿̃͛̈́̄́̏̏́̄̚ד̷̧̢̟̬̱̳͈̱̭̫̘̣͇̍̕͝י̵̨̲̦̲̯̝͓̯̙̅͂͜͝ ̸̡̺͈̜̘͚̦̝̤̻͉͉̽̀͆͌́̏̒͘͝ק̶̛̰̝͇̟̉͋͑͝ש̸̡̝̻̳̜͙̥͖̮͍̟̭̖͔̈̓̅̈́ͅר̶̮̓͐̉̒̿͝ ̴̖̈͗צ̴̯̖͖̤̜̝͕͙̯̀̈̄͘ͅו̸͕͕̥̣͙̬̭̮̖̩̯̖̳̿͊̄͂̒ ̵̩̻͍̭̫̘̹͉͚̣͎͎̔̏͛̈́͒̓̇̌̈́͒͜נ̴̬̻͕̩͎̜̟̟͕̐̀̈́͂͠א̷̶ָ̢̡̪̥̖̭̹̺͔̙̯̆̇̓̌̆͒̇͂̒͑̓͊̓̔̈́̐̔̉̕̕͜ͅͅר̸̞̝̑̈̆̇͋̔͛́̾̔͗̊̕͝͝ͅמ̷̢̣̭̭̺̯͈̯̰̎̋͊̊́̈̔̓̀͠͝א̷̸ַ̨̛̛̩͇͇͈̠̰͖̫͍̰̙̜̅̎́̒̾͂̈́̌̄̓͌̍̈̃̃̑̓͊̽͘͘̕̕͜͜ל̷̛̺̬͖͍̰̭̫̙̪̞͌̂̒̒͋̓̚͝ͅͅ" I look to him with an expression of confusion and horror.
"̶͉̤͌̓̌͂̒מ̶̛̺͕̳͓͑͑̈͑͂ͅי̷̖̻͖͍̦̫̝̱̺̞̭̩͙̐̾́͐̓̆̂̉͊͘͘͝ר̸̜̯̼̺͈̩̮̱͙͓̹̇̀̽̔͌̔͑́͐͘̕ ̵̡̰̓̊̓̏͆̚ז̷̢̨̪͇͕̝͇̪̭̫̗́ע̵̧̛̼͕͔̹̊͊̉͒͑̾̈́͝נ̶̛̘̖͉̼̩̰̳̖̝̲̓̿̅̐̌̾̈́̿̈́̑̀̎̚͠ע̵̟̬̇̾͗̒ן̵̰̳̮̯͕̉͋́͒ͅ ̴̭̝̝͖͚͈͈̺̞̀̊̓͊͛̇̈́͛̍́͌̈̕͠͝א̴̪̺̯̠̤͜͝ͅי̵̭̗̥́͗̽̃̔͗̎̅̈́͋ן̶̛̛̗͎͉̘̻̹̘͖̔̾̓̔͋̎̈̔̓͐͌̕͝ ̶̬͍͙͇̬̗̯͇̓̀̇̊ͅͅד̵̧̠̗̬͙̀͊ע̸̧̨̬̖̗̖͇̙̥̳̣́̑͗̔̓̔̀̆͌̀͋̌̋͂ר̸̡̛͈̹̯͓͇̙̲͍̈͊̿̆̈́͂̾͊͌̕͘̕ ̷̨̥̘̦͉̗͍̼̻͉̖͖̲͌̊̉͋͝ע̸̨͈͌͊́͑͊͊̂̐͐̈́̆ר̸̮̘͓͖̘͔̜̣͆̉͛̍̆̏̈̋ͅד̷̧͙͔̦̣̦̤̖̊̀̑́̑̍̕͠ ̸̻̀̽͑̓͊̉̂̀̔͗̕א̵̨͔̳͚̃̃͆̌̂́̅̉̈́͆̀̈́̓̚͝ו̸̧̨͖̺͇̟̱̼͖̥̮̖̇́̂̾̉̈͛̏́͗̑͂͘͠ן̸̨̮̰͎̦̺̝͔̳͉̜͚̥̠̒͌̿̐̌͛̀͐̈̃̓ ̵̢̨͍̜̪̱̬̞̆̌̀̈́ͅו̷̨̜͚̞̞̩͖̘͈̰̄̊͗̍̉̈́̀͛ͅו̷͇̻̘̗̭̥̂͝ע̴̢̨̛͔̪̝̱͚̣̩̭̹̙͑͊̌̽̈́̅͑̀̅̈́͘̚͝͝ט̸̢̡͈̠͇̰̠̖̦̭͔̞͛̽̏̅̓͊̇̅̈́̀̐͘͜ ̴̳͈͖͖̍̎̃̀̑̍̀͜͜נ̷̨͚̠͇̫͈̻̲͕̋́͂͋̓̉̈́̓̈̏̔̾͆̑ͅי̸̨̠̝̱͙̫̺̗͈̺̫̱́͋̌͊͝͝ש̵̢̢͚̗̘̙̱̩̙̮̟̗̞̈̾̋͊̐̕͜͠ט̸͖̺̞̺̱̣̘͆͌̑̀͐̌͌̊̀̐̌͗̌̄͘͜ͅ ̵̢͍̤̟̿̌͊͊̈ש̴̛̹̪͈͖͔͚̔̿͛́͌̈́̀̀̔̈́̑̚͠א̸̴ַ̡̨̧̡̧̥̪͈̤͖̟̪͖͔̫̥̼̞̝͖̞̾͐̎̊̊́̐̕ט̴̙͆͗͊̎̉̂̌̓͛̕ן̶̡̘̻̬̯̝̲̓͛̓͋͝ͅ ̴̛̰̯̜̗̼̽̇̀̇̋̔͊̌͛̀̚נ̸̨̧͙̹̖̲̞̝̞̭̖͔̺̔͌̊̄͑̀̏א̷̵ָ̩̺̙̹̬̀̉̽̿̈́͗̊̑̔̎͠͝͝ͅר̸͕̀̈̔̆͗͒̀̒̓͐͆͋̕͝͝ ̷͕̜̘̭̞̅̓͌̿̎̃̾̀͌͠א̸͚̺͙̫͈̮͙͌̈̄͗̔̿ו̷̨̧͍͓͉̣͙͉̹̎̇͘͘̚̚י̴̡̰̻̻͕͖̖̯̬͈̠̍̔̇͝ב̵̭͔͖̫̥͚̥͚̔͊̑ ̴̙̻̙̇̄̓̽͑͛̈́̓͒̀͊̚͠͝פ̸̶ּ̨̨̨̧̨̝̭̳͈͍̣̲̣̝͓͓̻̣̮̟͙̭͈̻̼͖͈̋̽͌̏̈́̈́͝͝ͅͅר̵̛̰̘͐̈́͗̋́̊̄͜א̴̷ַ̺̜̯̭̘͍͙̪͍̀̔̄̓̿̆̂͊͂̈́̊͋̅͂̈́̈́͗̊̾̈́̅͐͊͊̈̀̔͝ו̸̛͚͕̈̒̍́̋ו̵̫͕̦̽̏͊̽̓͛̄̔̑̊͠א̷̵ָ̢̡̛̲͉̰̬̭̫̮͚̬̟̻͎̮̗̼̼̌̽͋͐̐̈́͑̀͆̓̅́̓̚͝ו̶̡̛̝̮͉̖̰̬̝̥̫̫̞̠̈́̽̀̾ק̴̟͙̺̭͎̌͗̈́̀̐̈́̈́̉͆ט̴̲̺̯͇͔͚̞̒́͒̑̆̔́̇̈́̽̈́́̚̚͜͝ͅ,̸̧̨͙̟̝̞͕͙͕͎͕̬́̇ ̷̛̟̝͓͓̆̓̿̊̽̍̒̈́̽̅̽̚͝͝ו̶̪̤̄̊̿͗̍͑̉̏͆̑̽̕͝ͅו̷̢̧̢͕͇̘̱̬͎͓̞̺͔͑̓͛͂̆̏̊́̎̔͐̕̚̚͝י̶̢̧̩͖̜̰͈̩̰̩̜̯͒̐̒͛̂̅͂͆̾͂͘͜͝͝ ̴̛̝̟͖͚͔͖͑͌͑̌̆̾̔̈̎̏̆̈̕͘ט̶̛̭͉̣̆̀̈́͛̾̈́̅̾̒̅̂͑̚̕א̷̴ָ̛̪̦̗̱̥̙̝͈̘̭͎̮̠͎̫̓͐̿̐̆͋͋̈͑̋͑͐͂̈́͆́̕̕͘͝͝ן̸̪̹̮̂̀͋̎͛̐͗͝ ̴̢̛̛͎̮͒̊͜א̷̰̞̖̦͇͙̂͂͐́́̿̾͐͑̕י̸͎̠̯̭͇̳͖̌̾̾̆̓̆ר̸̢͓͇͚͚̰̜̣̫́̀̋͆̌̌̄͠͝ ̷̢̛̠͚̮̜̈́́̃͝ͅט̸̛̛̻͈̝̬̲̟̣̰̼̬̮͂͐̔͊̀͛̓͠ͅͅא̵̷ָ̡̢̛͚͉̙̲̫̘͓̗̗͕̖͓̥̣͕̋͑̏̉͒̀̃̑̌̿̕͜͠͠ͅן̴̨̡̼̖̼̙͈̞͈̭̤̗͖͕̃̍̊̈́͊̅̈̈́̔͘͝ ̵͖̘̂̒̒̈͝͠א̵̥̘͈̣͖͎̩̝̮͓͊͊̎̈́̐͋̈́̚͝͝ו̴̨̪̙̝͉̬̠̳̽̀̋͘̕ן̸̛̻̙̬̮̺̰̞̗͇̯̙̪̜̿̀̀̎̈́̚͝͠ ̶̢̢͉̰̘͓͇̳̪͖̳̳̜̻̄̋͛̿͆̾͌̋͋ו̴̘̩̠̯͕̎̆̊̀͐͗̚ו̶͎̬̅̔̈́͊̌́̊͝א̷̴ָ̛̘̲̮̬̭̹̺̭̹͍̮̊́͑͛͂̀͂͗̃́̋̃̂̔̈́̑́̓̀̇̓̾̚̕ͅס̴͔͍͕̣͖͓̮͍̼̪̥̊̐̋͜ ̷̡̨̠̖̤̤̟̬̙̲̦̾̑͆͝͝ͅה̷̨̳̘͎͙̪̞̤̞̣̖̦͒̄̈́́̏̈́͝א̴̶ָ̢̩̤̦͙͔̺͕̮̲͕̩̯͚͚̮̝͉̆́͗̏̌̄̔̂̏̓̀͌̎͑́̌͠͠͝ט̵̮̲̣̤̘̙̼̠̱͆͆̍͌̓͌̑̀́̇̏͑͝ ̸̨̤͎͔͇͑̍̓̊̀͐̂̈́̆̑͜א̵͔̼͌͋י̴̨̧̲͇̲̣̥̪̰̫͓̠͒̑̅̏̑͑͑̀͑͠ר̵̡̠̫͔̯̹̰̤͇̼͓̈́͆̂̃̈́ ̷̢͎͈̯̪̲̳̻͉̜̹̓͂̈́̇͛͂̀͗́̈́͒͠͠͝͠ג̶͍̼̫̣̥̞̺̞͉̣̠̒̍̍̈́̐̿͌́̅̊̕͠ע̵̡̢̬͉̼͖̯͙̰͉̭̗͉̳͂̊͜͠ו̶̨̥̭̘̰̘͈̻͚̲̱̔́̚ו̴̡͔̯̭͍̹͔͖̹͚̣̣̬̓́̅͑͒̏̈́͆͘̚͜͝͝ע̵̟̗͉͓̈́̋ן̸̮͂̀̒̐̓͛̌̈̉̀̾͘͝?̶̣͚̤̰͋̉" His face remained neutral, but he seemed to be holding back. What the fuck was he doing?
" א̶͙̃̄͋͌̈̂͒̇̌͘י̴̥̰͐̊̽̄́͐̽̓̎̍́̌̕̕ך̸̖͚̝̞͕̇̑̀͋̿̌̍͛̀͜ ̵̨̹̜̮̰͍̽̔̓̑̅̔͂͝צ̷̢̝̬̱̰̱͖͉͙͐͗͛̍͋̈̍͂̿̓͋̑̊̚̚͜ͅו̴̢̡̨̤̠̬̩͕̉̐͑͘͝ͅג̵̧̡͖̩͇̘̗̙̲͓̂̀̑́́̐̉̈̍̇͗̚͝ע̴̧͉̝̠͋̌̾̿́͊ז̵̢̨̛͍̻̻̳̤͍̫̀͛̚͠א̵̯͛̂̆̄͂̓̓̈́̚̚̚͝ג̶̤̦̲̰̈́̓̉̉̽̓̄͋̄̑ט̸̞̓̇̓̅̈́̈́̔̃ ̶̨̟̩͎̖̞̖̝̆̿̇͆̈́צ̶͙̼̉̑͛̐̑ו̸̧̨̛̛͖͕͒̈́͜ ̴͓̤͕̀̎̏͌ק̴̨͖̯͇͈̦̫̼̞̯̹̙̻̩͋̀י̶̙̬͎̤̩̳͙̈́̋͋̏͒́̇̄̒͝ͅי̵̢̢̲̣̗͈̜̺̱̮̗͍͈̽̾̕נ̶̧̢̛̛̺͚̲̮̱̩̹̪͓̜̤̘̂͑̿͆̏͋̚͝͝מ̴͙̪̆̋̃̐̐̊͜ͅא̶̸ָ̨͕̰̰̘͖͉̦̳̖̻͉̘̩͍̺̽͒̏͌̇̿̀̔̃̉̾̓̅̊͘̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅל̷̛͙̬̰̠̪̟͉̩̘͎̠͎͑̈́̈́ͅ ̵̢̡̹͕̬͕̲͙̩͓̙͓̐͒̿̉́̈́̓͐̐̎͌̉͝ͅר̷̨̢̟̙͉͕͚̖̳̭͕͙̠̎̇͋̀̏̽́̄̎̈̆͌̚̚͠ͅע̶̧͈͔̼̺̅̐̄̕ד̴̧̞͎͆̆̌̓̀̕͝͝ן̵͚̤͚͐̎͑͗̀̈́͠ ̴̧̹͈͙̦̙̞̪̤̜͚̎̒̅̋̈́̋̃̿͊͝צ̴͖̲͎̞̥̼̰͍̲̃͂̊̆͗́͒̈́̀̃͛̚͘͜ו̵̢̘̬̦͚͖̝͖̣̼̲̩̅̈́̅̉͝͝ ̶̳̰͔̺̬̳̪͇̂̇̓́̀͊͘א̸̢̡̛̞̤̖̞̭͉͚̙̇̐̋̇͋͗̚͜͠͠ͅי̸̩̯̯̫̪͚̱̹͚̊̇̈́ר̸̺̮̗̹̊̉̐̔͐̒͗̾̿͑̑̂̕͠͝ ̷̛͔́͆̊̉̆̈̀̀̇̕͘͠ו̷͔̪͇̘͚͕̅ו̷͍͎̣̫̖̫̲̂̊̑͌̈͗͗̎̚͠י̸̢̢̛͔̤̲̰̖̼̻̆́́͒̅̽͝ד̵̡͈̱̮̘̰̯͑̍̏͐͐̐͗̇̒̇͒̇̋ע̸̨͎̱̹̻̖͒͊̍̑̈́ר̸̙̱̱̥̖͕̟̓͘,̴̢͍̣̝̙̞̰̜̤̪̪͋̋̌͗̔̋̚ ̸̠͕̺̬̆́̈́̕א̴̬̮̆́̆͐̒͛י̸̬̭̥̞̏̀̔̽̏͠ך̸̧̡̛͈̬͙͕̠̼͚̲̤̫͙̟̫̽̉̆͑͐̌͊̕͝ ̷̤̦̳͕̖͍̝̫̻͚͔̜͈̮̿̀̀̐͐͜ט̵̢̟̲͙̥̙̈́̓̽̒͘͠א̴̴ָ̧̢̪̱̠̭̦̖̹͔͛͌͐͒͛́̈́͛̂́̈́̈̔̋͂̚ן̵̨͙̳̖̪͙̠͖̖̪͔̞̬͙̂͐̀̀́̈́͐̇͒̄̇́͝ͅ ̴̡̛̗͔̦̤̟̗̳̎͂̎̋̈́̚̚͠נ̵̻̹̩͚̃͐̋̃͗̂́̃̓̕͝י̶̢̦͙͖̞̩͍̾̏̚ש̶̡̨̡̩̦̮͙͖̝͔͓͓͉̰͆̋̀̿̈́̎̍̀͑͆̈̈́͑̚ט̶̛͓̈́͊͊ ̷̨̡̢̻͔̪̱͓̒̃̓͂ו̵̺̑̅̈́̂̀̀̋̐͘ו̵̨̨̡̘̠͎̠̣̳̩̥̹̈͒́̐́̀͂͂̈́̏ͅͅע̷̞̯̹͒̾̂͐̑͊̇́̌̎̐̄̈́͝ͅͅל̷̨̣̭́̓̒͒ן̸̘̻̜̠̹͍̮̬̦̩́͋̀͂̿̂́͝ ̸͚̙̲̱̝͖̃͌́̅̿͌̈̎̋͊̀̅צ̶̜̅̿̾͊̐͠ו̸̛̞̱̼̝̺̰̭͂͊͛͆̉̆̒͒͠ͅ ̸̳̫̬̥̬͔̀͊̅̊̅͐͗̕ͅז̷̛̖̜̩̭͎͓̞̝̩̦̥͈̪̙̄͜ע̸̨̛̮͍͔̳̜͗͗́̿̔̐̓́̈́ͅן̸̥̞̠̬̃̄̾͑͋̚͝͝ ̸͍̟̙͕͈̀͜א̶̨̹̥̮̄͒̒̃́͊̍̉̉̚י̷̤̙̬͉̗̯͙̳́̋̐͌͊̚ר̶͚̩̝̜̠̳͓͔̪̜̘̣̖̞̆̆̓̍͛̀͝ ̷̨̡̩̮̟̺͙̃͗̅̑̅̅̃̊̅ו̵̢͔͕̙̺̲̝͇̯͚̰̠͍͓̍̄̾͑͝ו̸̛̛͉̺̬̳̖̦̏̈́̈́͊̾̐̅̈̌̕י̷̡͓͙̟̫̲̻̱̈́͑̿̄́͋ͅד̷̫̰̥͈̮̹͑̋̌͘͘͜ע̵̣̫͖͚͖̐̊̍͌̈́͝ר̷̢̧̗͓̦̪̱̻̠̘͉̯͈͍͂̊͒̅͌̏͊͆͝ͅ.̶̨̨͍̰̼̒͂͆̆̋̈́͐̽͜ ̷̙͛̇̔̃͗́͌̇̽̕ז̵̛̞̝́̎̍̈́͛̊̅̽͛̅̾י̴͍̲͍̞̩̠̟̼̣͗̇̒̑̿͂̀́̎̋̂̊̈́́̒י̵̶ַ̢̧̛͍̪̰̞̫͍̻̞͈͚̄̏̈́̈́̀͂̈́͝ ̶̧̢̛̫͔̻͕̔̅̋͂̈́̇̐̕̚̕ג̶̜̺͈͇͈͍͈͖̜͓̥̻̏̑̿̋́̎̓͊͊́̾͋̋̀͜͠ͅע̸̧̢̨̧̛͓̙̣͓̳̭̗̾͗͋͂̀̋̄̾͘͝ז̶̡̝̠̖͓͇͖͍̖̭̥͇̻̝͊͋̿̓́ͅו̴̢̡̣̘͇̝̱͑̈́͛̄̈́̾נ̶̛͉̮̗̣͖̯̮̮̇̈́͛̃̔͒́̀̀͛̓ט̸̨͔͇̯̭̣͛͑͆͋͌͆͐̈́̊̒̂͐̓̕̚.̶̡̨̗̞͍̝̠̳̰͙̠̫̂̏̚" He hangs up the phone.
