~𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒~

C̸h̸a̸p̸t̸e̸r̸ F̸o̸r̸t̸y̸ F̸o̸u̸r̸

Now that I had gotten the pressure off my back I felt much better and more energized.
Well, as energized as I could get.
The more the day pushed on the more sleepy I got.

As I was sitting next to Mike William stood up from hours of sitting.
He turned to me and looked me directly in the eyes.

"Where did you put the fucking car keys." He said not showing any other emotion but anger.

"Oh, Umm, I think I put them on the box over there." I pointed.

Like a robot, he turned and walked over to it.

"I'm going to get a few things from the store, I'll be back whenever."

I then piped up.

"Oh, can you get me some energy drinks like a monster or a bang?"

William glared at me but didn't answer my request. Then he walked out of the door not saying a word.

When he was gone I let out a long yawn.

"God damnit I don't know why I'm so tired."

"Did you not get enough sleep?" Mike asked.

I shrugged my shoulders,

"I mean I thought I did but I guess not."

"You should take a nap if you're that tired." He suggested.

"Eh, alright, I'll just sleep in here with you, wake me up when William comes back."

Mike gave me a thumbs up.

"Gotcha (y/n)"

I grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped myself with it.
I then grabbed my earbuds and placed them in my ear and played some music.

Soon enough I had dozed off into sleep.
•———•

As I felt myself waking from my sleep I could hear screaming and crying.
I slowly opened my eyes and was instantly met with a disturbing sight.

On the ground was William sitting atop of a woman who looked surprisingly like me.

Shivers ran down my spine and tears formed in my eyes.
I tried moving but my wrists and ankles were bounded to the chair I sat in.

I then looked around the room and from what I could see dead bodies were scattered all around.
The ages of the corpses, young children, adults, teens, and older people.

I wanted to scream and cry out for Mike but couldn't.
Nothing came out of my mouth only a quiet, almost inaudible whimper.

But it didn't matter how quiet it was because William heard it anyway.

His head turned to me in a slow, exaggerated way.
A smile drew to his face and he stabbed the knife into the woman's eye.

William got up off the girl and proceeded to move over to me.

When he was a few steps from me he squatted, reaching my level.

His eye brows furrowed, like he was sad but still smiled like a maniac.

William then reached his blood-covered hand out to me.
I moved my face away to avoid it but there was only so far I could turn my head.