BROOKE & APRIL
Brooke brings the envelope down from the light and glances at April. She looks just as confused as her. What were they supposed to do with the word
"pillow"?
"Maybe he wants us to rearrange the letters to make a different word," April suggests.
Brooke shakes her head.
"I don't think so. There isn't exactly much you can make with these letters."
April sighs, still looking at the envelope in Brooke's hands.
"Do you think he wants us to actually look at the pillows?" April asks, looking over at the pillows scattered around the room where everyone had been sleeping.
"It's worth a shot," Brooke shrugs.
The girls gather all of the pillows and bring them to the middle of the room.
"Okay, there's ten pillows. I don't think we should mess with all of them, considering we still need them to sleep," Brooke says.
"Let's just feel around. They might have something inside them," April states.
The girls do, and they eventually feel items inside of two pillows.
"How do we get them open?" April asks.
Brooke stands up and heads over to grab one of the hammers in the room. She uses the sharp end to tear holes in each pillow, then rips them open with her hands. Both girls dig through bundles of cotton before finally finding the objects stored inside. In one pillow, there's a small can of room spray. It's campfire scented. April snickers.
"How is that even a real scent?"
Brooke says nothing. Despite them now working together, April still feels the immense tension in the air. Everything Brooke had said was true. April wasn't being helpful. She was being the exact opposite of helpful. She looks over at the bundle of blankets in the corner of the room. Should she tell Brooke about the gun?
It could help us get out of here, and she might have a better idea of what to do with it than April does. No. No, she can't do that. Lewis will kill her.
"April!" Brooke says loudly, snapping her fingers in front of April's face.
April snaps out of her train of thought.
"Did you hear what I said?" Brooke asks.
"What?"
Brooke sighs.
"A room spray and a lighter," Brooke states, holding up the objects from the pillows.
"The can is labeled campfire. It's pretty obvious what we're supposed to do," She continues.
April cocks her head to the side, not understanding what Brooke is trying to say.
"You turn on the lighter, spray the stuff on the flame, and bam. Fire," Brooke explains.
"Okay, but where are we supposed to do it? What, are we supposed to light each other on fire?" April asks sarcastically.
Brooke rolls her eyes. Both of the girls look around the room, trying to figure out what Lewis wants them to do with this. April starts gnawing on her bottom lip. She can't take it anymore. She doesn't want to keep secrets. Especially not secrets that are this important.
"Brooke, I have to tell you someth-"
"The door," Brooke interrupts her.
"He wants us to burn the door."
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Mistério / SuspenseWhen a night of supposed fun goes wrong, a group of friends is forced to hide in an old, abandoned building to stay safe. They eventually find themselves trapped, with no form of escape. This was not an accident, and their lives are in danger. Freed...
