ANNE

Well, Gavin's dead now. I don't think I have a chance of getting out of here. Alive at least.  There's nothing I can do. 

I cracked my knuckles and adjusted the hoodie I was wearing. Eventually getting uncomfortably hot with it on now as I tried to process what just happened, I took it off and tied it around my waist. 

You know what, maybe I might not be here alone forever. I saw Holly and James. They didn't look too far, so maybe I could go see them. Or try to help them escape. I'm sure they can manage, considering we all had the smart idea of going to the window for an attempt of escape instead of a pretty little decoration in a very horrifying room. 

I got a sudden uneasy feeling. Everything felt like it was going wrong all of a sudden. Even though it already was, I mean besides the fact I've been in a room with a dead body for an hour and I've lost all contact with humans and might die soon, something felt way worse all of a sudden. 

Every time I got this feeling, someone's always hurt,

or is dead.

I really hoped we were all okay, and that someone just hurt themselves.

Then again, this was the perfect time for someone to commit suicide. 

Personally, if someone were to have done that, I think it would've been Holly.  She's the most fucked up out of us all. 

Trying to calm down, I almost felt better.

All of that went out the window when the door started shaking. 

Someone with anger issues or pissed was trying to open that door, and I did not like that. I grabbed a rope and a knife.

Anne, what the hell is that going to do? Drop the rope. You'll be fine with just the knife. 

It reassures me a bit. Let me keep it, please.

Oh, I forgot to mention. 

I have voices in my head.

The shaking and the rambling of the door got more and more aggressive, as my heart continued racing. I don't know why it took so long, but my guard came up. "Hey! Who's there?" I cautiously asked. 

Well, we're dead. Last person we'll ever see is Holly. Woo

"It's me, Holly. I found a key in my room." Holly said. 

Speak of the devil.

I was 100% sure she was lying. 

Why would that have been real? Her room's the only one with a key? Man, I don't really like that.

"What? Really?"

 "Not kidding. We should go free everyone. Come on already!" I noticed Holly was alone and James made no surprise entrance. 

"Wait a second, where's James?" 

"Dead." She said with no emotion in her voice. Seems like she didn't really care about the fact he was dead.

Or I'm just hiding my emotions right now because of the fact I'm trying to not let any more of us die, so quit assuming. 

What was that? "Holly, did you say something?"

"Nope. Quit tuning into the voices in your head and follow me."

How does she-

                                                                                          JACOB

This place could've not been any more creepier. My hands were scuffed up, a little bloody, which looked like the whole place. The room was a beige color, with muted tones. 

I called that creepy because when you're in a room like that, you would typically expect to be in a suburban white mom's house, not a place that you could die at in any second. 

Things, places, rooms that have ulterior motives-

Wait a minute you dumbass, none of those even have brains to pull tricks like that. Who am I kidding?

You get my point though. When things like that are misleading, 

I absolutely hated it. 

Getting out of my thoughts, I contemplated three things.

1. Scuff up my hands even more and try to find a way out of here.

2. Talk to the other person in here,  a person with some of the most uncontrollable mood swings I've ever seen, Ash.

3. Commit suicide. 

I decided to do a mix of my first two options, and tried to ask Ash if she knew anything. 

"Damn, do I really have to be here?" I blurted out.

Oh great job Jacob, now you just pissed her off. She seemed perfectly fine. Suicide sounds nice right now. 

No, let's just wait to see how she reacts to what I accidently said. She might handle it okay. 

And no, I didn't have voices in my head like Anne. I fought with myself. 

Neither of us wanted to be here, and I knew that for a fact. Ash seemed kind of uncomfortable. That's why I tried to not talk to her, so she wouldn't feel any more awkward.

What I had said was going to be the tip of the iceberg.

"Well Jacob, you don't have to be so harsh." 

It was all she said.

I felt relieved that that was the only way she had reacted, and nothing way worse. 

"Ash, I wasn't thinking I just blurted out what I was well, thinking. Does that make sen-"

The rattling of a door started happening. 

 Ah shit, here we go again. 

"Hey Jacob?"

"In case we die, I just wanted to say, yes, that did make sense."

"We won't. But, thanks for saying that."

I scanned the room and looked for some sort of self-defense for Ash and I.

I found two blades awkwardly sitting on the ground and gave one to Ash. I stuck the other one in the very small gap between my ring and my finger, trying not to cut myself. "Who's there?" I asked. 

"It's just me. I found a key." Holly said.

 A key? That's not possible. She did something to open the doors. 

"We can finally be free!" Ash said. 

"Ayo, where are Gavin and James?" I asked. She rolled her eyes as if everyone had asked her that question.

"Um, they're dead." 

Well then. 

Ash and I ran out, stealthily, but quietly hurrying to unlock the other three doors and we barely  succeeded. Once we let out Preston and Kat, we attempted to run down just to run into someone who looked very intimidating, and in charge.

He's going to kill someone to assert dominance, I'm calling it. 

Brain, can you just shut the fuck up for once?

"Where in the world do you think you're going to?" The armored person said. 

I quietly sighed. Oh great. Just great. When we all thought we had an actually chance of getting out of here alive. 

Well, with the exception of two people. 

I'm not naming names.

                                                                                        PRESTON

I decided that it was time for me to finally do something and make myself known. I saw a samurai sword hanging on the wall like in a museum and hesitantly grabbed it, not knowing whether or not it was a trap. 

"We're done with your crap already!" I pulled out the sword and stabbed the guard. 

Oh my God.

Never thought I'd hear myself saying this but, it felt pretty good to kill.

Also how in the hell did I do that? I should be dead. Why am I not?

In a weak voice, the guard said its last words. "Fair enough. God, what a bullshit way to die Aaron." He collapsed and died on the ground.

Is this how it's going to be now? 

Realizing I'd have to be the group's whole defender, I took a deep breath. 

If I would have to kill to get out of here, let the games begin.