Until Dawn Fanfiction-Epilogue

Emily

A/N: She might be the least popular among all the other characters, but I absolutely love writing from her POV cos she's such an interesting, fiesty person. Enjoy this one!

I shirked instinctively as Josh's cuffs clicked loose. I felt my clammy hand close around a small glass bottle in the pocket of my fur coat. This was my chance to use it. It wasn't what Josh would have wanted, but right now he was in no position to choose. Besides, after witnessing the bloodbath earlier, I had a sinking feeling that Hannah wouldn't have survived.

The only problem was-- how do I get Josh to drink it?

The Josh standing in front of us had become a fully formed wendigo. His skin was scaly and marred with ugly blisters, his features all warped and he was really a terrifying sight to behold. He was baring his long, sharp, stained teeth at us, all signs of humanity gone as he snarled meanly. A string of saliva dripped steadily onto the ground as his-it?- eyes gleamed with the unmistakable sign of insatiable, raging hunger.

'Hey, come at me.' My voice wobbled, but pierced the air which was pregnant with tension
clearly.

He swung his head toward me, nose twitching as he sniffed the air.

'I'm here.' I swung my free arm wildly, while my other hand was steadily unscrewing the cap stoppering the bottle.

'Em!' Matt yelled.

A stab of guilt and a wave of affection washed over me, but I ignored both. 'Shut up. Come and get me.' My eyes blazed with what I hoped looked like steely determination even though I felt like I was going to crap my pants any moment. This is for you, Josh.

You know how they say the few moments before you think you are going to die, everything starts happening in slow-motion?
I thought it was just a cliched storybook description, but take my word for it. The bad thing was, as Josh's open mouth came closer, my fingers were also moving in slow motion.

With all my remaining strength, what with the non-stop running and shocking news I had to absorb (drilling a permanent hole in my head), I swiftly hurled the liquid in the general direction of his gaping maw.

I thought I was doomed for sure as he sank a claw into my arm, leaving bright pearls of blood where my skin broke. The wound stung like hell. For a fleeting moment, a horrible thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it to the back of my head. You're going to be a hero, Em. It's a worthy cause... even if..even if you add up looking like one of those things.

Tears sprang from my eyes. Take me now, death. At least I died wearing my favourite fur coat. And at least not from a car crash which would have left me a mangled corpse. I want an open casket funeral--

'Josh?' A tentative voice broke my train of thoughts. I opened my eyes slowly. Mrs Washington was crouched beside Josh, who was laying on the floor in a half-crumpled state. 'Baby, what's happening?' Her worried tone escalated into fervent frenzy as she glared daggers into my soul. 'What did you do to him?' she hissed menancingly, her usual pleasant expression contorted into an ugly snarl.

Josh was writhing on the floor, pained moans emitting from his pitiful figure. I heard Sam burst into tears and my heart clenched.
To see such a level-headed person break down made me feel a thousand times worse. What if... what if the antidote haden't worked and was killing him slowly instead?

'You.... you really shouldn't have done that.' Mrs Washington pulled herself up from the ground, her eyes burning with unmistakable hatred. A sharp glint caught my eye. A syringe filled with a nasty looking puke brown liquid.

a/n: sorry for not updating in such a long time! been busy with work and other distractions... I hope you liked this, I will be wrapping the story up shortly. thanks for the support thus far (':