Samantha POV

She walked to her office with files under her right arm, and a coffee in the other. Opening the door to her small, spacious room. Setting her coffee down, then her files on top of the desktop. Logging into the computer for office work. Typing away furiously at the computer, writing a business letter to her boss and coworkers, Samantha sipped her coffee in a long stride before scrolling through the files.

Flipping through to organize into their own files in her desk drawer, an envelope fell out. Looking at who it's for, Samantha pushed it aside to look at it later. Sipping another long sip of coffee, Samantha finished sorting through the paperwork, to receive more from another person who works at the office. Going through more paperwork, she finally finished after half an hour. Then going back to the paperwork on the computer. People kept coming in contact to sign her opinion.

Nine o'clock at night, Samantha left her work and drove home listening to the hushed radio that played in the background. With the traffic very light, she made it home within twenty to thirty minutes. With it being late Sunday night, Samantha fell asleep as soon as she got home, forgetting all about the important letter she received.

Waking in the morning, Samantha got ready for the day. No work today, she has a free day. Going downstairs, turning on the news to Global news Edmonton. A lady at the desk said in her stern, concerning voice.

"School will be cancelled today and for the next two weeks at Whiterock Spruce Grove for the killing games. Now, if I'm correct, the same thing happened twenty-seven years ago to this class as the families of these kids have lost their children to these games. The survivors are still out there. To this day among us. No one knows who the killer was and who the survivors are. . . ."

Samantha starred in horror, the games are back as the memories of the nightmare came back to her, flashing after memory after memory, after memory as she can feel like she's back again. Seeing the people dead sent chills down her spine. Then, Samantha snapped out of it. Who am I kidding? I don't have the message that says I'm going back, she thought. Getting some breakfast, Samantha remembered that an envelope fell out of the flies yesterday, addressing her.

Samantha inquired through her work bag for the envelope. Sitting down with her bowl of cheerios in hand and the letter in the other, ripping through the letter to see what it is, expecting it to be a letter from her sister in New York City like she promised. Instead, she read it with shock going through her. What's the coincidence that the news is saying that the games are going on, and that she gets a letter saying that she will be going? What are the odds, Samantha jinks herself. Tears filled her eyes. Going back to the nightmare, killed her mentally last time, but going back now will definitely kill her physically. Will Samantha survive again? It depends on the killer. Relaxing a bit, she ate her breakfast, watching the news. Now it's how a killer killed a family. Too depressed, Samantha shut off the TV to look at her phone. Can't believe she's going back again, thinking on how she lived the first one, and all the nightmares she received.

Recovering for over ten years, taking time to make sure that no one is following her anywhere, then going to kill her on the spot. New people, new killers.

Her body went into shock just by thinking about it. Who knows, maybe this killer won't be as gory as the last one? But it all depends on the person. Finishing her cereal, Samantha stood up and walked to the kitchen, placing the dishes in the dishwasher. Walking back to the couch she watches tv. After the news that Samantha's going back to the living nightmare, she wanted to do nothing all day. It starts tomorrow, so soon. Feeling bored already, Samantha went upstairs to her bedroom, taking out her suitcase and packed for what she needed. Clothing, a book or two, her bathroom supplies, and other things she needs. She then packs her blankets and pillow into a duffle bag. Setting it at the back door, who went back to the couch and watched tv. As she watched, her mind flicks back and forth between concentrating on the tv, and the horrible, terrifying memories.

Shaking the memories away, trying to concentrate on the tv. But couldn't from the nightmares she's had, the awefull experiment. Hopefully she would live and won't die. Hopefully everyone dies, except for her, Ethan, Kylo and Makayla. The original survivors.

Ethan POV

He walked home, from work, with a sobbing wife and daughter. "What's wrong?" he asked with a questioning expression. Glancing at the tv, the news is telling the story of how the killings happened years ago. With that, Ethan flashed back to the killings, brutal. "We were watching the news, and a letter came in for Kylie. She opened it and she got the letter to the killings." his wife explained in sobs before bursting into tears. Ashamed for no apparent reason, he held his arms out for Kylie. "When do you go?" he asked softly into her ear.

"Tomorrow."

"I know how it feels, it's very scary."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. It's a nightmare. It's awful. It's gambling. You don't know when it's going to end. Yes I do know how it feels."

She looked up in shock. "How do you know?"

"Because I'm one of the survivors from the last massacre. It's very scary."

"Who was the killer?"

"That's classified information, I can't tell you."

"Aww."

They both calmed down at this point. Kylie relaxed sitting down on the sofa by her mother. He stood glancing at the tv, listening closely how the survivors are out there, no one knows who they are. Ethan smiled happily that he did survive, but his daughter will be going as him and Mary won't be there.

He believes that she will win and live, deep down, something bad will happen.

Later on that day, they ate dinner at the table in silence, this will be the last dinner they will have as a family. "May I be excused?" Kylie asked, her twinkle in her brown eyes.

"Yes you may." Ethan said quietly. Kylie left the table walking to her room. Cleaning the dishes from the table, Ethan and Mary washed and put away the dishes and the dinner. Settling in the living room, she curled up with him ready to fall asleep.

In the middle of watching tv, the doorbell rang. Ethan got up to answer the door. Opening the door to find no one, but a little white envelope on the mat. With his name facing him, he picked it up. Closing the door, he ripped into it. Reading each and every word, letting all the words sink into him. Feeling neutral, Ethan went into Kylie's room. There she layed on her bed reading a book. "Hey sweetie."

She looked up at him without saying a word. He smiled and raised the note.

"You're not alone. I'm coming with you tomorrow."