Snow Day

Death Approaches POV: Hank

I felt my legs rise off the floor. What the helking truck? My captor struggled to lift me. A child? I threw the thought to the back of my mind. Not likely, I told myself. Struggling against my assailant, I couldn't seem to escape. I then realized my hands were tied up. Me, being the manly man I am, I screamed and cried for my mom. I was set down on the kitchen table. I saw McKinnon drowned in the sink. Oh gosh, that's horrible. At least it wasn't me... No sight of the person carrying me. Why didn't they tie me up? I'm not exactly the smartest, but I knew what to do. I ran into Janes mom's bedroom, disguising myself in a large bra and feminine clothes. If the person found me again, they wouldn't recognize me. I ran, quickly, but carefully, outside to where I doubted they would find me. Out there I found somebody I did not expect to. Kelly. "Kelly! I'm so happy to see you!"
We embraced. Typically, this would be strange, but anybody would be happy to see anybody else in this situation. Heck, I could almost hug Alex. Lol definitely not jk sike, I thought.
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"I heard screams coming from the kitchen, so I went to investigate. Something about a mommy???"
"Uhh yeah, don't know who that was." was my only weak attempt at not getting embarrassed.
"By the way, why are you wearing a bra?" She asked.
"I was attempting to disguise myself so the person who took me wouldn't recognize me, if they found me again." "Uhh, alright."
"Ok, we need a plan. We should explore.  See who's alive and who's dead. Try to find the psychopath who killed McKinnon."
"McKinnon's dead?!" she asked.
"Yes, I believe she drowned. Or, maybe someone drowned her. I saw Cheeto dust in the sink when I ran out here. The killer left the scene before I could get caught. Such a horrible fate. Her arms were stuck in a dabbing position. RIP, I suppose."
"Seriously?! That's all you have to say about her dying???" Kelly was shaking. "I'm sorry, but for us to survive, we can't focus on anybody but ourselves, at least until we're all safe. Which we can try to work on. But first, we need a plan. I say we split up.  It's what happens in all the popular horror movies.  It always works out."
"Are you sure?! I'm pretty sure that's what you're not supposed to do." We played Rock Paper Scissors.  I won, so we split up. 
"Ok, let's set timers on our watches.  Come back in 30 minutes.  If either of us aren't here, try to find the other. I'm going inside again.  I'll search the top floor, and you can search the bottom. After that, search the middle."
"Ok."
"Fight your hardest to survive."
We hugged one last time.  I never saw her again. 

I ran into the house, running past the kitchen.  I saw her again. Drowned in a sink, a dab still formed in her arms. Because a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me, I thought.  Walking up the stairs quietly, I saw Trudy, Janes cat.  Oh boy. The last time I saw that demonic thing, somebody was never seen by me again. Before I knew it, a familiar hand took my bra, and shoved it in my face.  I couldn't breathe. I was slammed against the wall. Ribs. Broken. Face. Smashed and bloody. Me? Dead.  My killer?

You will never believe who it was.