Alive >> Jake Fitzgerald << Scream

Thirty-Two.

"In here! Come on!" Noah yelled

Both Brooke and I ran as fast as we could to the door which Noah held open, Brooke ran inside first whilst I stopped to check the killer wasn't behind us; he was gone.

"Will, wake up!"

The sound of Emma's voice echoed across the room, in my panic to get away from the killer I hadn't even noticed Will lay unconscious on the floor, his head rested in Emma's lap and his shirt covered in what looked like dirt and dried blood.

"Oh my god... I-Is he okay?"

"Does he look okay?" Emma snapped, she let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry Lyds, I'm just- I'm really scared for him."

"I know." I placed a hand on her shoulder, "Me too."

Chaos consumed the small room, Emma and I both cried over Will and tried our best to wake him up. Brooke incoherently yelled at everyone. And Noah screamed down the phone to Audrey, telling her where we were and what had happened to Will.

"What happened to Jake?" Noah pressed his phone between his ear and his shoulder.

"We don't know." Brooke said

"Yeah, that freak chased us away before we could even think to get him out of the bathroom, we didn't even have chance to warn him... Oh god he's out there all alone!"

"W-Who's alone?" Will suddenly mumbled

"Oh my god, Will!"

"He's awake! Get him up, get him up!" Noah ordered

With Emma's help, I lifted Will to his feet and sat him down on a stack of crates in the corner of the room. To speak frankly, he was a mess. He had a open stab wound on his side, his eyes were dark and sunken in and he could barely speak without wincing. I was terrified for him. I was terrified for Jake too.

"Guys I'm so sorry." He groaned, "This is bad."

"It's okay." Emma whispered reassuringly, "You're gonna need stitches, but for now duct tape will have to do."

Emma tore strips of duct tape and placed them across Will's wound so it would stop it from bleeding, atleast for a little while. It was obvious the two of them were having a moment, Emma was so worried about him dying and yet Will was worried that he was making Emma upset from seeing him that way.

As quietly as we could, Brooke, Noah and I moved across the room so we wouldn't be intruding on their moment and the three of us pretended to guard the door.

"Noah what are you doing?"

Brooke and I both watched as Noah picked up a long wooden pole and attempted to tape a knife to the end of it, the whole thing was amusing really, if we weren't being attacked by a psycho murderer I probably would've laughed at my friend.

"I'm making a knife stick."

"Why exactly?"

"Because the odds of surviving a hand-to-hand attack increase exponentially with distance, so I'm-"

"You're doing it all wrong." I told him

"Here, you just need to..." Brooke took the stick from Noah, whilst I tore off a long strip of duct tape and I began wrapping it around both the ends of the stick and the knife so they were forced together.

"I don't wanna know why you're better at this than me."

"My Dad's a cop." I shrugged

"And I'm basically her Dad's third child so..." Brooke shrugged too, "And you know it's just a spear right?"