It should've made her laugh.
But it didn't.
She felt a pang of pity. Not for the man exactly, but for how insane this whole thing had become.
These weren't fans anymore — they were vultures. Angry, unhinged, and completely out of control.
She turned back toward the door — just in time to see someone walking up to the glass wall.
It was a girl in a bright red wig and sunglasses, holding an egg in one hand. She came close enough to leave fog on the glass.
And then she threw the egg — hard — right at the door where Heather stood.
The splatter was loud.
Heather didn't flinch, but she didn't move either.
The girl grinned, lifted her sign, and tapped it against the glass.
"COME OUT IF YOU'RE NOT A COWARD."
Heather's jaw tightened, but she didn't move. And she knew she wasn't going out there.
Only a fool would.
And whatever else they thought of her, she wasn't that. She turned quickly and walked away from the entrance. There had to be another way out.
