The Blackout: The Night of Life and Death.....and a Little Romance

We Are Screwed

(Michelle’s POV)

As the door slowly opened Stacey and I backed up. When it was completely open Stacey flashed her flashlight on the ceiling. We then strolled down the stairs hearing a creaking sound every step we took.

“Michelle. Where's the power box?"

“I think it's by the washing machine thingy."

As we came down to the end of the stairs Stacey flashed her light at the wall. We then walked to the washing machine, but I some how stumbled on something.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know.”

I looked down and saw it was a hammer. As I picked up I noticed it had a piece of metal laying on it. When I got up I bumped my head on a cold box.

“Ow. What the fu-!”

Soon I noticed it was the power box. I got up carefully.

“This is it!”

“Don’t just stand there! Open it!”

I grabbed the handle and pulled.

“It won’t open.”

I pulled with all my might, but forced me to give up.

“Let me give it a try.”

(Jasmine’s POV)

I struggled to get the power box when a thought suddenly occurred to me.

“Michelle, do you think the person who killed Stacey killed all the lights when the power box is jammed shut?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Maybe he used his mind to make all the lights go out,” she replied.

“No, you dumbass! Look at the conditions the power box is in. He probably used the hammer to bash it which caused the wires to short circuit. Jeesh, you really are stupid,” I yelled.

“You don’t need to have such a bitchy attitude. I was just trying to help,” she sniped back.

“You know what? Fighting is not going to save us. Let’s just hurry and go call the police. Michelle, hand me your cell phone. I left mine upstairs,” I said reaching my hand out to her.

“Oh…I um…ah…left it upstairs too,” she muttered meekly.

“Uhh! Come on, lets hurry back up to the bedroom,” I said as I grabbed her arm and dragged her upstairs.

We reached the room and searched frantically for our cell phones.

“Oh my gosh, I think he took out phones!” Michelle yelled.

“No shit sherlock,” was my reply.

“Can you just stop with the side comments? It’s not helping us at the moment. And-And I’m trying to h-help,” she sobbed out.

“Fine. I’m sorry. We really need to think up a-,”

I was suddenly cut off from the sound of a loud bang coming from a door in the hallway. We both froze at the sounds of footsteps coming closer to the door of the room were in.