The Kansas Carnage

🎮 Chapter 8 🎮

🪨 Camden's POV 🪨

Chevez and I set out the door in the direction Kaden told us. We walked up to the forest line and found the dirt path which we lead us straight to the gas station.

"It'll all be over soon." Chevez sighed. I remained silent.

"Dude, this is super traumatic." I stated, a smile tugging at my lips.

Chevez glanced over at me and started laughing. I began to laugh along with him. It was the first time I had laughed today, which may not seem like a big deal but considering that we lost 11 lives in less than 24 hours I think it's pretty understandable.

"Is it too early to be joking about this?" Chevez asked, still laughing.

"It's never too early man."

We continued joking to each other, almost forgetting the pain of losing our friends. I looked up at the trail and saw the gas station in the distance.

"There it is!" Chevez exclaimed, running ahead. I laughed, continuing to walk.

Suddenly, I heard a soft pop come from the woods. I turned my head in the sounds direction but saw nothing. I shrugged to myself and looked forward.

Chevez cried out in agony, gripping his bleeding knee while on the ground. I ran up to help him, assuming he had tripped. Beyond further inspection, I quickly realized something much worse had happened.

Chevez had been shot.

I froze, realizing the murderer was in the woods behind us. With a gun.

I turned to face the woods, in search of anything unusual. "Sh-show yourself!" I stuttered.

Instead of a voice, I heard another soft pop. I clenched my eyes shut, expecting to have gotten shot myself.

When I felt nothing, I turned back to Chevez. His body had gone limp, a large bullet hole leaking blood present in the middle of his forehead.

Vomit creeped its way up my throat as I cried. In a moment of bravery, I stood up and faced the woods.

"SHOW YOURSELF!" I demanded.

I listened as I heard the rustling of leaves and cracking of branches filled the quiet air. From the woods emerged a small figure, no taller than 5'5 if I had to guess. Their head was covered with a hood and the setting sun made it difficult to make out their face.

They held a sniper rifle with a white piece on the end. To silence the sound, I suppose. They stood with the rifle point at my chest, ready to shoot at any moment.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

They ripped the hood off to reveal their face.

"Dean?" I whispered. It was him this whole time?

  "Hey man, what's up?" He grinned. I stared into his eyes, searching for any glimpse of humanity, to only be left with nothing.

  "You don't have to do this." I said, attempting to persuade him to make the right decision.

  He only laughed. "You wouldn't get it. Not that I would expect you to." He raised the gun and looked through the scope.

  "Was this all just a joke to you?! We're my friends lives just a toy for you to play with?!" I shouted. If I was going to die here, I was gonna leave him with something to think about.

  "Something like that." He replied, quickly pointing the gun downward and pulling the trigger.

  I screamed in pain, collapsing onto the dirt path. My ears began to ring and my vision blurred as pain coursed through my body.

  "I thought we were all your friends..." I muttered, slowly losing consciousness.

  He began to cackle, having to go as far as to hold his stomach he was laughing so much. After his fit was finished, he walked up to me and placed his booted foot on my chest.

  "You thought I cared about any of you? Cute."

  The last thing I saw was the barrel of his gun.

🍄 Gene's POV 🍄

  I sat down on the couch next to Erin and Max, awkwardly fiddling with my fingers. I didn't know what else to do besides wait for Camden and Chevez to get back so I guess nothing it is.

  "Maybe you should talk to Benny." Erin randomly suggested.

  "Huh? Why?" I muttered. I wasn't really in the mood for this after what I'd just seen.

  "To take your mind of things." She replied.

  "No, I think I'm good." I sighed, taking out my phone to play an offline game.

  "We shouldn't be leaving anyone alone." Max chimed in. "Especially with what just happened."

  I nodded in agreement. "I'll go find Benny then, will one of you find Dean and Kaden?"

  "We'll go do that." Erin replied, getting up.

  We all parted ways as we went to look for our designated person. I glanced through some of the bedrooms but found nothing. They must be in their room.

  I walked up to their door but stopped. Please don't be dead, please don't be dead... I held my breath and opened the door to find them looking through suitcases.

  "Oh, thank god!" I cried, walking in and shutting the door behind me.

  "Dude!" They hissed. "You scared me!"

  "Sorry!" I apologized. "We just decided people shouldn't be left alone after... you know."

  They only nodded, going back to looking through their suitcase.

  "What are you looking for?"

  "Phone charger. I think I forgot mine at home." They sighed.

  "You can use mine." I offered, already opening the door to leave.

  "No, no, I'll just use Dean's." They got up and walked to his suitcase and unzipped it. As they opened the flap, their face twisted in horror.

  "What's wrong?!" I questioned. They didn't reply, all they did was open the suitcase so I could see it's contents.

  Inside were bloody knives, clothes, razor blades, and loaded guns. In the mesh pocket were photos of Rowan, Harley, and Eve all looking horrified and bloody.

  "Oh my god..." they whispered.

  "It was Dean!" I shouted. They nodded solemnly, closing the suitcase back up and putting their face in their hands.

  "Benny... hey, it's okay. You didn't know." I comforted, hugging them.

  "We have to find him before he hurts anyone else." They said, wiping their tears and standing up. I nodded, standing up with them.

  As we walked out into the hallway, we heard screams coming from downstairs. We both sprinted down the steps trying to locate where the screams were coming from.

  "PUT THE GUN DOWN!" Erin yelled.

  "It's coming from the basement." Benny stated, grabbing my hand and running down the steps.

  Before we could make it to the bottom, we heard the gunshots.

  We were too late.