Four hours had passed. The firing had ceased. I got up from behind the toilet, taking a moment to breathe and realized I am still alive. Gathering my belongings, I turned on my phone's flashlight and made a gruesome discovery; girls in my age group dead. Their lifeless bodies in pools of blood, bullet holes now present. The sight caused me to scream and book it out of the bathroom. I had stepped into a horror movie in the making. The theater lobby had bodies scattered around, blood splattered on the walls.
"Don't tell me. I'm the only survivor here," I told myself, my hazel eyes dilating at the sight of disbelief, "and more so, where the hell's my group?!?"
I sprinted up the small set of stairs leading to the cafeteria and over to the front doors, only to find them locked from the inside out prepared for a serious lockdown. The snowstorm was not helping either, it only added to the feeling of being trapped. Behind me, I felt the wind in my long, mousy brown hair speed through, giving me a startle. Upon quick inspection, I found no one around. That was until I spotted two figures peering from behind the ramps leading to the library, both of which appeared to be male. The first one was average in height and size, tan skin, and platinum blond hair, down to his forearms, clad in black. The other was dressed the same, the only difference was that he was abnormally short, had short, curly red hair, and his pale face cover in freckles.
"Looks like we missed one," I heard one of them whisper to his partner.
"Who, Kevin," his partner whispered in response.
"The girl with the book bag," Kevin pointed to me as if I did not notice them.
"Oh... let's pay her a visit."
"Oh god," I backed up against the door.
The two men stumbled up the stairs until regaining normal balance to walk normally. They surrounded me, examining me from head to toe before they went next to me on either side, their breaths touching my neck. I glanced at them from side to side while feeling the cold metal of the front entrance simulating shivers down my spine.
'Hello, little lady," Kevin greeted me with a deep yet creepy Southern drawl, his blond hair falling on my shoulders.
"Uh... what do you want," I innocently asked, my vocal cords nearly freezing over and my pupils contracting in their hazel irises.
"Appears to us, YOU'RE the only one still alive here," the ginger kid talked in a poindexter's voice.
"Y-yea so," I shivered.
"Our boss says we gotta kill everyone here and that includes YOU tuts," Kevin laugh with a hint of seriousness.
"Whoa, hold on a second, every slasher film leaves a survivor to tell the tale at the end, are you trying to-"
"Shut up, you stalling us b*tch," ginger kid interrupted, "come on, Kevin, let's kill her slowly and painfully!"
"Hell yeah, Dexter," Kevin grinned, his brows arching deep.
"Really, your friend is named after a cartoon character from the 90s," I rolled my eyes.
"Enough joking, prepare to die," they screeched.
"NO," I yelled and... BOOM... I knocked them down with my heavy book bag and ran back through the theater lobby, completely parcore style over the steps.
While running, I heard the bimbos yell,
"Damn it, what the f*ck she got in that bag of her's?"
"Books, binders, supplies, and two cinder blocks."
I ran under the stairwell between the music wing and the ramp leading to the hallway with guidance houses one and four. The exit next to the stairwell was in lockdown mode too so I decided to hide under the stairwell, sitting down in semi-pitch darkness. At that moment, I placed my hand on the ground only that I was not feeling the tile flooring. I felt cotton fabric soaked in fresh blood upon looking down as I let out a quiet scream. I backed up into the corner.
"Oh my god," I breathed heavily.
Then, I heard footsteps echoing from the second floor and through the eerie and unusually quiet school. I felt my head spinning, trying to process the situation at hand. A few minutes late, I saw a glimpse of a flashlight, traveling under the stairwell. I was not sure who it could be? A survivor? One of my friends? Another criminal?
"Hello, anybody there," I heard a familiar voice ask, "anyone okay? Alive? Anything?"
I did not respond immediately, remaining quiet unless my voice provoked other hidden crime lords to come out and find me and kill me on the spot. Although, I was ninety-nine percent sure it was one of my guy friends so curiosity got the better of me and I stood up, gathered my book bag, and walked over to the light.
"Yes, I'm alive," I said in a loud enough voice so the person with the light could hear me, walking in front of the beams of white, shielding my eyes walking around the light to see the person.
"Hold up. Emily is that you?"
I stopped in my tracks, "Yes," I responded, now recognizing the voice behind the light to be my good friend, Algenis, as I resume coming up to meet up with him.
His short dark brown hair except for the sides of his head was a little messy, his glasses slightly fogged but his brown eyes were barely visible, and brace-face. He gave me a quick side hug and a pat on the head.
"Were you looking for other survivors," I asked him, looking to see if anyone was with him.
"Yup, you're the first I found alive," Algenis replied calmly, "you look shaken, what happened?"
"A lot of freaky, horror movie worthy crap happened, I'll explain later.
"Hey, don't stress about it now, bruh," he grabbed my hand, "come on."
"Where we going? Bruh, we're tr-"
"I know we're trapped here right now, we're going upstairs and meet with the rest of our group."
"The third floor?"
"No, silly, the second floor, it's already a war zone down here!"
I followed him out from behind the stairwell until we felt the hair on our skin under our clothes stand up. A sudden burst of fog began to engulf the first floor. I turn towards the theater lobby before going upstairs and caught a glimpse of a rather unusually tall figure. A male figure with a large build. He held a machete in his right hand, fresh blood dripping off it. My curiosity was getting to me again and before ending up leading the both of us to get a closer look, Algenis tugged my arm lightly and we both went upstairs.
"We ain't getting ourselves killed yet," we both whispered in unison.