The plan was already discussed. After dinner was over, they would all meet in the lobby. They being Pete, Spencer and Andy. When Hayley was walking back to her desk door, Andy would tackle her. If the gun didn't fall, then Andy was most likely going to be shot at point blank range. Killed.

Spencer was going to come in next. Running from side to side to make sure she shot at him as much as possible. There was a large possibility that Spencer would get shot and or die. But there was also a chance that he might live.

If Spencer died, Pete was the last hope. Of course he was going to be running around at the same time Spencer was, but he would be hiding too. Spencer was more out in the open. If Pete got shot or killed, the plan still wasn't over.

There was no way she wouldn't use all seven bullets by then. If everyone else waiting heard seven shots, they were going to storm out. Everyone except Brendon of course. And they would attack and kill Hayley.

It was a dangerous plan, but it was the only hope they had. And if she did somehow manage to kill all three of them and still have bullets left. Well, then they were all just fucked.

Spencer and Jon had gone back up to their room to be alone. Probably saying goodbye the way couples did. Trying to spend as much time together as possible before Spencer went on that suicide mission.

Ryan and Brendon were in their room as well. But Pete didn't know why. Neither of them were in any real danger. They were the only couple whose relationship wasn't being threatened by death. No one was complaining though. Because they needed to live the most. They had a child to take care of.

Pete and Patrick were sitting on the bed. They'd been just staring at each other for about twenty minutes now. They weren't doing a lot of touching and kissing. Mainly because Andy was right in the bathroom meditating.

"Lunch time my little gays. Prance your pretty asses dowm to the cafeteria."

"Don't look so panicked." Pete told Patrick. "This isn't dinner."

"But it just means that dinner is closer."

"Which means we're closer to getting out of here. Alive." He grabbed his hand. "Together."

"I hope that's true."

"It is. I'm going to go get Andy from the bathroom. You want to go in together?"

"No, I'll head there now." Patrick kissed Pete slowly. "I love you."

"I love you too. And I'll love you tomorrow when we're free."

Patrick smiled sadly. Pete knocked on the bathroom door lightly. No answer. So he twisted the knob and walked in. Andy was sitting Indian style on the side of the sink. Pete walked over slowly and tapped his knee.

"What?" He didn't open his eyes as he spoke.

"Lunch time."

"I'm not hungry."

"Andy-"

He was interrupted by the man pressing his lips against his. Pete stood there in shock. But the kiss was over just as quickly as it started. Andy hopped off the sink and headed to the door.

Pete followed, confused and shocked. They walked into the cafeteria at the same time Ryan and Brendon did. They all took their normal seats.

Hayley walked in after the food was set out. As usual. Except this time she didn't sit down. She reached in her pocket and pulled out her gun. And then she reached in her back pocket and pulled out an identical one. She cocked them back.

"That's fourteen shots now, you ungrateful assholes. Does that ruin your little plan?"