You're Not Supposed to Die Tonight

by Kalynn Bayron

However, I only play a final girl at Camp Mirror Lake; I don’t actually want to be one. I turn my Black ass right around and book it back to my cabin, where I close and lock the door. For now, my face full of fake blood is going to stay just the way it is.

In the light of day, there’s nothing to be afraid of.

“I’m a vegetarian,” I say to him. He looks at me, confused. “Huh?” “She don’t like meat,” Porter says. “Strictly strawberries, like my man Harry Styles said.” Javier’s brows push together. Me and Porter are both part of the alphabet mafia, so we get it, but poor Javier is clueless. “I’m gay,” I say. “Very, very gay. Save all that flirting and goofy grinning for somebody who wants it and who also isn’t your direct supervisor.” Porter tilts his head to the side. “I, however, am strictly dickly and not your supervisor, so please feel free to try and seduce me.

“As soon as people start having sex, it’s like a bat signal to the killer. He hears cheeks clappin’, then here he comes with a knife to slice everybody up.”

“Oh, honey. You’re going to die out here, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”