(AN: So I know that I haven't updated in like, a week (11 days... I'm ashamed), but I have actually had things happen in my life! IKR!! I have a life! So, I'm sorry for the delay on this chappie, but I'm so sorry! I love you all and hope you're having a wonderful and stress-free day! Peace! :)
***Jerome's POV***
Is this some sort of twisted hunger games? Some weird dream? What was going on? Jordan turned his phone light on, which was now totally useless now that the light were on.
"Guys, I'm not feeling so good." Quentin said as he started to wave his hands around, trying to feel things that weren't there.
"Neither am I, it's getting really hot in here." You know things are getting bad when the military man tell you that he isn't feeling good.
Ian joined Quentin on the ground and I saw something alarming out of the corner of my eye.
Thick white smoke pouring out of the air duct in a small, constant stream. "G-Guys! L-Look up there!" I shouted through my coughing.
"I can barely breathe!" Ant squeaked out, clutching his throat and falling.
"Don't worry, I got this." Mitch ran up the stairs and jiggled the door handle. When that didn't work, he tried harder, ramming his shoulder into the door.
"Guys, it's pretty obvious i'm not going to make it out. I need you to kill me." Ant whispered, using his last breaths of oxygen.
"No! We're not going to kill you! Why would we do that?" Jordan yelled.
"I don't want to die like this. Not like this..." His voice trailed off and his hand fell to the floor.
Mitch was still trying to bust the door down, but still to no avail.
"I don't think I can do this! It's not working!" Mitch screamed. Jordan darted up the stairs and with a feat of strength kicked the door down.
"Go go go!" He yelled, motioning for us to run. I looked back on Ant, now motionless on the floor.
"Jerome! We have no time! He's gone!" A tear fell down my face and I went back down the stairs.
5 left. All must fall.
We ignored the voice that was now destroying our lives and went back to the lobby.
"Don't ignore me, or I will be your demise." I read from the note pinned into the wall.
"Well, there's only one place left to check." We looked at Quentin, wondering where his head was.
"The attic."
(AN: Sorry for the short update! I will try to type tomorrow in business, but I HAVE DRAMA IN MY LIFE!!!!! AAAAAAAAA!!!!! Sorry for getting a bit out of control there, but I love you all! Peace! :)
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No Escape (A Team Crafted Story)
FanfictionTeam Crafted and friends are having a party! All is going swimmingly until the lights turn off. And you know what they say, don't turn out the lights. © Lolgirl7 2014(Completed as of March 15, 2014)
