Snow Day

You're Next POV: Jenna

As usual I had been the insomniac I am and wanted to go where people weren't talking. Before everyone was even in their sleeping bags I had trudged my way up the stairs headed towards Jane's room. "Ah finally some peace and quiet". I thought. I laid down in her bed and put in my earbuds and listened to my music for a while. All of a sudden my music stopped and my earbuds started smoking. Startled I immediately pulled them out of my ears. My phone wouldn't turn on either. So I sat there slightly annoyed and wondering what had happened for a moment when I hear a blood curdling scream come from below me. And it chilled me right to the bone. My whole body turned frozen and cold as the windows shatter and the screaming grew louder still.

I leap from my bed and rush down the stairs, tripping as I went. I round the corner and find Leah standing over McKinnon's limp corpse. "Is- is she dead?" I ask. The last I see of Leah is when she turned to look at me with soulless, dead eyes before she was pulled into the shadows.

I didn't know what to do next. So I just sat down and cried. For a long, long time. During that time I had apparently fallen asleep. When I woke I realized instantly where I was. Whether it was the stone and brick walls or the biting cold and darkness that gave it away, I had no doubt I was in the bomb shelter. I felt around me for something to fight against my captor with. I lay my hand down on something colder than the stone room around me. I stand up and feel around for the light. I found it and flicked it on. I realize in horror that what I had touched moments ago was not an object. It was Avery.

I was surrounded by my friends bodies piled up against each wall. I count, one, two, three, four, five, six... McKinnon, Claire, Leah, Hank, Alex and Avery. All dead at my feet. I need to find someone else, someone living, call the police and make this nightmare end. "This can't be real..." I say out loud so softly that you could barely hear it. "It can't." Suddenly my phone buzzes and a message pops up. It reads "you're next." Crap. I'm screwed. "****" I say. I grip my phone and put it in my pocket and prepare to run.

I dash up the stairs at top speed when I run right into a small figure. An axe in hand the small figure walks slowly towards me pushing me back down the stairs. As I back my way down the brick steps I trip over my (stupidly) untied shoelace. I feel myself fall on my butt and hear the glass screen of my phone shatter. All this right before the impact of my head against the unforgiving, hard stone. Right before I pass out of this world I say to the figure "How could you do this? I've known you since you were born... why just why?"

As the last word slips out of my parted lips her foot stomps down on my skull knocking the last of my life right out of me.