One Way Out
"John! You killed Brandon?" you asked.
John turned and looked at you. He was holding Emma's axe. "Yeah, I did, can you help me find Emma?"
"I heard her come in here earlier," you said truthfully. "I think she's by the bookshelves," you gestured.
"I'll look around," John said. You decided to help him. You looked between the bookshelves. This wasn't a very good place to hide.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain at your back. You gasped for breath as it was removed. You could feel the hot blood drench your shirt and turn cold. You tried to turn around. John was there smiling at you. "Why?" you gasped as you saw it come down one last time.
John turned and looked at you. He was holding Emma's axe. "Yeah, I did, can you help me find Emma?"
"I heard her come in here earlier," you said truthfully. "I think she's by the bookshelves," you gestured.
"I'll look around," John said. You decided to help him. You looked between the bookshelves. This wasn't a very good place to hide.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp pain at your back. You gasped for breath as it was removed. You could feel the hot blood drench your shirt and turn cold. You tried to turn around. John was there smiling at you. "Why?" you gasped as you saw it come down one last time.
