Snow Day

Last Chance POV: George written by Kiran

Hey... Basically I have been hiding in my room, drinking a bunch of diet coke, and eating a lot of pizza (which I stole from downstairs) while trying to ignore the noises. But it is kind of hard to ignore a dead body with purple hair... After eating the pizza and drinking the soda, I decided it was time to investigate. I suit up in warmer clothes and jump out my window (hardcore parkour). Soon I realize (after lying in the snow for a moment) that jumping out of planes, buildings, etc. etc. in video games is not the same as a two story window IRL. I get up and dab because I can. I see Trudy (it's Trudeau). Her eyes glow red for a moment, but then returns to normal (not to be confused with Nermal). She runs away, to the basement. Wait. She isn't leaving paw prints. What? I follow. Then the stench  hits me. What is that? I go and hit the lights. "Oh my god. Sh*t oh, sh*t!". There is a pile of bodies. I count how many there are. "1,2,3,4,5,6". This is can't be true (again, it is Trudeau). I go to the corner of the dimly light room, to the loose brick, where I hide my 10 inch dagger. I hear a buzz, and I look around. Jenna's phone. I see a text: 'Hi George! Your still alive! Nice work, but you're next. - S'.
"Oh crap. It was her. It can't be!" I run outside. She is just a tiny midget, I think, how hard can it be to knock her down? I see Trudy. Her eyes glow red, and my vision leaves me. Brrrrr. Man, its cold! What is going on? I soon remember everything right up untill I walked out of the basement... What happened then? Then I see her, or should I say it. (Now, looking back since I am about to die, I should have noticed that 'she' ran through physical objects, that she was a hallucination...) I see her running on the frozen ice of a pool. I chase her onto the ice but the ice creaked, and she disappeared. I fall in to the icy water, dropping my dagger onto the ice as I do. The almost magical freezes over my head. I punch and bang the ice, to no avail. The real Sylvia picks up my dagger. My lungs burn and I am loosing consciousness. She smiled, and says softly: "bye George" and throws the knife, smashing the ice And enters my unbelieving brain. Good night.