#40: It was my turn to dig again...

Somehow he had gotten me to join in on his little plan. I don't know why, I don't know how, but I am in it now. I thought he was kidding when he said he was going to kill him, but apparently not. Now here I was, trading places with him from my watch post to the digging sight. We had to dig deep enough so that no one would stumble upon the body on accident. We had wrapped it up and folded him into a large pet carrier. I shivered as I thought of the cold body squished into the pet carrier and continued to dig. We had been at it for hours, trading off watching for cops and digging. My arms were sore and I was cold and I wanted to go home and pretend like this whole thing wasn't happening. I couldn't even think of what would happen if we got caught. A cold sweat formed on the back of my neck and my legs suddenly felt weak. The gravity of the situation hit me. My best fiend had killed a person and now I am helping him because I know what happened. Who is to say that I am not next?!