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A) Call 911 on the victim's phone.

You take a few deep breaths through gritted teeth to summon the courage to come out from behind the dumpster. As you slowly creep over to the downed dog, you think to yourself, "Maybe she's not actually dead. She only got shot like twice, maximum." You take the final step and are now standing directly over the victim. Nope. She's very dead. This is the most dead person you've ever seen. You think back to the only other dead person you've seen, your father at his wake. Without a doubt, this Scooby lady is more dead than that guy who's been dead for three years. She's so dead, you just called your dead dad "that guy." She's got a bullet slightly left of the center of her chest and another straight in the middle of her forehead. Blood is draining from her head and streaking through her blonde hair. Her eyes have fully rolled back into head as if she's watching her own skull drain.

Someone should probably be told about this. You think about heading inside and telling Reggie about the murder, but your mind drifts back to middle school. You were sitting in seventh grade History when your friend Pete came back from the bathroom and took his seat next to yours. He leaned over and whispered, "Dude, I'm not gonna tell you what's going on, but you need to go to the bathroom."
"What- What's going on in the bathroom?" you ask anyways.
"You have to see for yourself," he says unsurprisingly.
You checked out the hall pass and fearfully marched toward the bathroom. You creak open the door and see the weirdest kid in school, Richard Blanchard laying completely naked on his clothes just going to town on himself. He was technically in a stall, but the bottom of the stall wall is a couple feet from the floor, so he was still in full fucking view of everybody. You gave a solemn nod to mourn the loss of your innocence and slowly closed the door before Richard noticed you.
You returned to your seat, changed for the worse, and asked Pete, "What are we going to do?"
Pete told you he's not going to do anything, leaving you to have the extremely uncomfortable conversation with your teacher about Richard masturbating in the bathroom. It didn't end your friendship, but deep down inside you never forgave Pete for what he did. You never needed to see that. You will never unsee the things you saw in that middle school bathroom. The sight of Richard's richard was Pete's burden to bear, he didn't have to make it yours too.

The sight of this dead Scooby is your burden to bear. Reggie already lives a more complicated life by allowing you to live with him, he doesn't need to see this. You'll have to deal with this on your own. You reach for your cell phone, but stop yourself. You're literally unable to tell the truth and are unsure of what's going to come out of your mouth at any given moment. Maybe you shouldn't report a murder on a phone that can be traced back to you.

The woman's phone is lying on the ground against the brick building next to JJ's. You reach to pick it up, but remember that fingerprints are a thing.You nudge open the dumpster with your elbow and find a dirty paper plate near the top. You use the plate like a crab hand and pick up her phone, but find that it's not responding to the touch of the paper plate. You crouch down next to the victim and shudder as you use several boops of her nose in order to place an emergency call. You take a deep breath. Emergency phone operators usually ask the same series of questions, it should be easy to skirt around the truth while still being helpful. You can do this.
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