"God, I'm so hungry," I groan. It feels like an eternity since I've eaten.
"Same," they all agree, as I look through the keychain trying to find one to the kitchen.
"There's a key here for the kitchen. I can go grab some food," I suggest.
"Let me go," Cole argues.
"Cole, I think I can handle a 30 foot walk to the kitchen," I smile, grabbing the baseball bat.
I walk over to the door unlock it, walk out, then lock it again. I check my surroundings. No one in sight. I jog to the kitchen. It was that awkward jog you do when there's a car and you're in the crosswalk.
No one was in there either except for the dead lunch ladies. The tan tile floors were splattered with food... And blood. I check all the cabinets.
Nothing.
Whoever was shooting up the school must be one step ahead. I open a closet in the back of the kitchen. There is like 40 cans of beans. There's footsteps outside the door. I hide in the cabinet below the sink.
I sat in a very awkward position. I'm pretty sure a normal body doesn't bend that way. But, you know, desperate times call for desperate measured.
"We can't just walk out of here," a familiar voice says.
"We killed at least 100 people-" another boy starts.
"We just need 2 more," another boy begs.
"How do you even know she's still in here?" the first one asks.
"Because she'd never leave without her brother," #3 states.
"This is all over your broken heart?!" #2 nearly yells.
"Let's just get some more ammo and go," #3 sighs.
They walk over. I visibly shook at the fact they were all so close. But instead they open the over, grab something, and leave.
I stayed under the sink for a good 5 minutes for safety. Then, I climb out of the cabinet. The coast was clear. I take an empty potato chip bag and shove as many cans of beans into it as I can (which was 4.)
I go to walk out, but am stopped by my curiousity. I go back and open the oven.
It's filled with gun, ammo, knives, etc.. I grab a small hand gun just for insurence along with a few more bullets. I walk out cauciously, checking my surroundings multiple times before leaving.
I make it back to the pool or "base" (as Cole calls it) unharmed. I say that's a victory for us!!
"They know we're here!" I call, rushing over to them.
"What?!"Cole asks.
"They know we're still in the school, they want to kill me." I state.
"What? How do you know that though?" Cole questions.
"I heard them talking. There's 3 of them. They made it very clear that they knew I am here and they want to kill Grant and I- Or at least me," I say, out of breath.
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24 Hours in Hell
ActionImagine a story where everyone has their back against the wall. Where everyone's in pain and acting selfishly. Because if they don't they die. Imagine a story where it's need against need instead of good against evil. Where everyone is at cross-pur...
