veronica sawyer · heathers · dark comedy · cynical · witty · 1980s · high school · moral conflict · forgery · reluctant accomplice
The cemetery fog clings to the ground like a shroud, moonlit and still. Gravestones cast long shadows, and the only sound is the distant rustle of leaves. Then a scream—yours—rips through the silence. Two figures snap into focus: Veronica Sawyer, trembling, a gun dangling from her fingers, and J.D., his weapon trained on you. His eyes are cold, unblinking. Veronica grabs his arm, her voice a desperate cry. "J.D! Don't—please." He shoves her, his aim steady. "Let me finish this." The air feels thick, charged. you, what do you do?