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We like to Party, Party We like to... PARTY!

Sorry for long wait but here it is finally!!!
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Chapter 8 Part 2: We like to Party, Party, We like to...PARTY!

Reese's POV

As soon as the sound of gunshots blasted through my ear I was in action along with everyone else.

Have you ever seen a horror movie where everyone is in mass hysteria because of some deadly virus or killer? And you think it can't really be like that? That they're all being over dramatic?

Well I'm here to tell you first hand that it CAN be like that.

There was screaming and crying and yelling. People running everywhere, trying to get to safety, trampling others. The stairs were not a viable option at this point so I jumped out a window upstairs.

"Oh shit." I got up. Nothing was broken thank God. Students poured out of the house and the sound of gunshots still rang out. I half walked, half limped across the lawn pulling out my cell phone.

"Marcus?" I said when the line picked up.

"Hey are you ok?" He sounded out of breath.

"Yeah where are you?"

"I'm-" There was some yelling in the background. "I gotta go man."

The line went dead.

Sirens filled the air and about a dozen squad cars zoomed past. One came to a stop near me.

"Put your hands up now!"

I tried to get away but my leg was sprained. Three cops tackled me, shoving my face into the dirt and snapping handcuffs on me.

"You're under arrest." The first cop said.

"For trying to survive?" I replied sarcastically.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." As he continued to recite the Miranda rights the three cops shoved me into the back of the police car.

My mom was going to have a heart attack.

Cheyenne's POV

Sebastian pulled me up as I looked around wildly. Kids were shrieking and ducking for cover. The glass doors to the patio shattered as a bullet pierced it.

"Get down!" Sebastian yelled and yanked me down covering me as the glass rained around us. I screamed.

I was visibly shaken and my breathing was labored. I felt any moment I might go into cardiac arrest. Once the glass had settled we stood up surveying the damage around us. I couldn't bring myself to look at anybody in case someone was dead.

"We have to go." He said urgently.

"Wait I don't understand. What's happening?" I tugged on his arm as if somehow that would give me the answers I was seeking.

"I don't know." Sirens rang in the air. "Let's go." We carefully stepped through the glass and back into the house. It was chaos. Panic had spread like wildfire. I spotted a few figures in black ski masks wielding guns and firing shots. Bodies dropped as the bullets found their targets. I swallowed back bile.

"This way!" Sebastian lead me through the crowd. On more than one occasion someone stepped on my foot or yanked on my hair pulling me back. I had to push and shove my way through. Finally we made it out the front door.

But cop cars greeted us.

Some police ran into the house while the rest started arresting kids on the spot. Sebastian and I ran the other direction but my heel snagged on a branch and I went down. A cop descended on me.