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Everyone screamed when Jacob's mauled corpse fell out of the closet. "Oh shit!" Rylee cried. "Oh my God! We need to leave. Now." Madison said. "Okay, okay, — shut the fuck up! I get it!" Zach said. From the side of the closet, if they had only checked, a masked man held a gloved finger out. One of seven...Gee, how is this writer gonna fit so many characters in? "Start the car! Why was Zach all over you when Jacob's dead? Do you really not care?!" Jessica yelled at Madison. "I don't know! I loved him so much—" Madison began. "But you stopped to kiss killed him..." Mumbled Rylee. "Y'know— if you're gonna act like some pearl-clutching bitch now over a man whose five times more interesting than you'll ever be, drive yourself." The car door slammed shut. Rylee stood bloodied before a dead killer and her best friend, Jessica. "I know it's sorta cliché in itself to have the writer make the final girl the girlfriend instead," Madison clocked a gun from behind. "But who