//Your POV//

"What the fuck?" Marie asked as she pulled on the handle, "Guys, it's locked."

"You're joking," I rolled my eyes, "You're not scaring me, you realize that?"

"I'm not kidding, it's locked!"

Max walked up to the door and gave it a try, the door still not opening, "Uhhhh, she wasn't joking."

"Max, don't you fucking join her," I slightly laughed in denial.

They just looked at each other with this look on their faces that said 'we're fucked'.

I then tried, and the door wouldn't open.

I tried with both of my hands, my heels pressing against the bottom of the door, using all my body strength.

It still wouldn't budge.

Now I was scared.

I kept trying, desperately pulling at the metal door.

It felt like I pulled every muscle in my body, and the others could tell I was going to really hurt myself if I kept going, so Max  ushered me away from the door.

"Y/n, stop."

"W-What the hell are we going to do?!" I panicked.

I checked my phone, no bars, so I couldn't contact anyone and I was assuming Marie's phone had the same situation since we have the same provider.

Max's phone had died earlier, so there was no way to contact people.

And here comes the anxiety...

Marie went back over to the door.

She banged on it multiple times, yelling 'help!'.

"Fuck!" Max yelled.

"We're screwed, We're fucking screwed guys!" I panicked more, starting to hyperventilate.

I knew I wasn't gonna cry, but that frog in my throat started to form.

I pressed my back against the wall.

My voice shriveled up a little, "What are we gonna do?"

I sank down to the floor, hugging my knees, looking up.

"It'll be okay. I bet the others are looking for us, or will start," Max put his hand on my shoulder as he crouched to my height.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n-darling. This is all my fault," Marie put her hand on her forehead.

"It's not," I told her.

"But I made us go up here," She sat across from me on the other side of the hallway.

She took out her phone and her face lifted, "Guys, I have just 2 bars! I think a message to the guys could be our exit ticket!"

I checked my phone and I had the same, so I started typing a message to Blake.

(Blake is in Bold and you're underlined)

-Blake

-what's up

-it's an emergency. the door from the stairwell to the second floor is locked and we're stuck.

-sHIT. We'll be right there

-omg Thank you so much

-..as soon as we find the stairwell. we're kinda in the west wing right now and a little lost ourselves.

-are you fucking serious???

-I'm sorry! We know the where the stairwell is but fucking Logan got us lost.

-oooof course he did.

-keep in touch! We're gonna look a bit more.

-okay. ty so much.

-👌👌

"They'll be here soon. They just need to find their way back to here," I told the group.

"Don't tell me they're lost," Max crossed his arms.

"They are."

"Well shit."

"Looks like we'll be here for while," Marie shrugged.

"At least we know they're coming for us though," I smiled, now calmed down.

Marie took out her pack of cigarettes and held one towards Max, "You smoke?"

"It's like you're fucking Jesus for me right now," Max happily took the cigarette.

They both removed their masks to smoke, which seemed a little risky.

After Marie lit hers, she let Max borrow her lighter.

"You guys are gonna die early," I shook my head, holding my nose from the smoke.

"Guess I'll die then," Marie shrugged.

"It'd be freedom from this godforsaken world," Max smiled.

"You two are hopeless."

I scrolled through Instagram, looking at my feed.

There was the usual:

Photos of food I want, videos of cats doing cute things, shitposts stolen from tumblr, and resurrected vines.

Then I saw something from Preston's account.

It was a photo of him with the cast of Hamilton, the caption saying 'My dream has come true for the 56th time! Thanks again, Gam-Gam! 😊🙏👑✨👍♥️🎤🎬🎭'

"Preston's still a theatre bum. He landed a job as a background for some soap opera," Max explained while leaning forward to look at my phone, blowing smoke in my face as he talked.

I waved my hand in his face, "Okay, *cough* cool."

He stomped out his cigarette and threw the bud out the window after checking to see if it was still lit (just in case, ya know?)

Then, we hear three loud knocks from the door.

Marie knocks three times back.

They knock a beat.

She copies that beat.

They knock a different beat.

She copies that beat.

They knock another beat.

She copies it.

They knock-

"JUST OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Max yelled at Blake through the door.

"Okay, Okay Jeez," Blake mutters as he pushes open the door, "Ahem- IT IS I! BLAKE THE HERO!"

"Dude, you only opened a door," Celeryy sighed from behind him.

"And saved them from freezing to death or starving!" Blake out his hands on hips, defending himself.

"Thanks Blake," I smiled.

"Yeah, thanks man," Max nodded.

"Thanks dude!" Marie pushed everyone out the way and ran down the stairs and charged towards the exit, "SWEET FREEDOM!!!!!"

"Guess we should go now," Celeryy shrugged.

"Yeah, No kidding!" I hissed at her

"So what were you guys doing?" Max asked Allison.

"We were looking for a morgue but Logan got us lost."

"Well it's not my fault this place is so big!"

"Whatever Logan," She shrugged.

"Welp, we're done. Let's go," Celeryy followed her.

"Yeah, let's head out," Logan went and Blake did too.

Allison and Marie went ahead as well.

"You ready?" I asked Max.

"Let's get the fuck outta here," Max smiled.

He had the same smile from when we were kids.

I grabbed his hand and pulled his to the exit.

"And awaaaaaaaayyyyy we go!"