This Is the End // Seth Rogen

Trapped

We lost it when we got back to Franco's.

Everyone was still partying and having a good time like nothing happened.

"DIDN'T YOU GUYS FEEL THAT?!" Jay yelled, looking around the room for someone that realized there was an earthquake.

"Feel what? What's wrong with you guys?" James calmly asked, walking towards us. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

We explained the flames and the beams to everyone.

"Okay, look, we didn't feel anything... Because THIS PLACE IS LIKE A FORTRESS!" James shouted, getting everyone hyped up again.

He turned back to us. "Are you sure you guys aren't stoned?"

"NO, WE'RE NOT STONED!" I screamed at James.

All of a sudden, the ground started shaking again.

Screams came from all different people as we all ran outside to see what was going on.

A huge sinkhole was starting to form right IN FRONT of James Franco's house.

"What the hell is going on?" I mumbled to myself.

People gasped.

Michael Cera even got impaled with a streetlight.

The sinkhole began to grow, and people started to fall in.

Everyone darted off in all directions.

James and Seth scrambled back inside the house.

I tried to run after them, but Jason Segal bumped into me.

I fell to the ground with a thud.

Breathing heavily, I discovered I was a couple inches away from the hole.

I looked down to see Jason Segal falling to his death into a lava pit.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

I crawled away from the hole, and stopped to take a breather.

My eyes drifted to a close, and my breathing slowed.

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I woke up and saw that flames were still raging over Hollywood Hills.

I got up from the ground as fast as I could and looked around.

Everyone was gone.

Everyone was dead.

I started panicking.

It was then when I remembered Seth and James were in the house.

I hope they aren't dead.

I darted to the house and banged on the in front door.

"SETH!!" I screamed.

I knocked harder.

"JAMES! LET ME IN!"

There was no reply.

I slid down to the ground and buried my head in my knees. I started to cry.

I was going to die out here, alone.

I never even got to tell Seth how I felt about him...

Suddenly, the door was cracked open.

"HOLY SHIT! GUYS, IT'S SAM! SHE'S OKAY!" Seth shouted, opening the door to let me in.

"Seth!"

"Sam!"

I jumped into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck. His hands were holding me up.

"I thought you were dead," he added.

I started to cry again, but tears of joy this time.

"I'm okay, Seth. We're okay," I replied.

He let me down and I wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Alright enough of the lovey-dovey crap," James stated.

I turned to see the whole gang.

James, Jonah, Craig, and Jay.

"You guys are okay!" I exclaim, running to hug them all.

"Glad to see you're okay, Sam," Jonah said, smiling.

"Right back at ya, Jonah," I replied.

Jay put his hands up.

"Guys!" He yelled, getting our attention. "Have we forgot what we're in the middle of?!"

We all shook our heads.

"Guys," Jonah spoke up. "In situations like this, who do you think they're going to rescue first?"

We all shrugged and said a few "I don't know"s.

"Famous people!" He corrected. "They'll pick me up first, because I'm the most impor-"

"Wait," I interrupted Jonah. "Do you guys hear that?"

Everyone listened.

We all glanced up at the small windows, and saw a helicopter.

"WE'RE HERE!" James shouted.

"COME SAVE US!" Craig exclaimed.

"WE'RE TRAPPED!" yelled Seth.

The helicopter flew closer to the house.

"We're going to be saved!" Jonah cried.

The helicopter started to spin out of control.

"GET DOWN!" James screamed.

We all slammed to the floor.

The helicopter crashed on James' lawn. It exploded into a million pieces. One of the propellers smashed through the window, and got stuck in the wall.

Craig must have not gotten out of the way fast enough, because he screamed in pain when the propeller hit.

"Craig!" We all said in unison.

Craig got up from the floor with a tear in his eye, and said: "FUCK YOUR HOUSE, FRANCO!"

He showed us a little cut on his index finger.

Seth and I laughed.

Yeah, we might be stuck in James Franco's house with the world outside us on fire, but I wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else.