It's You

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Wes had decided it'd be safer if I stayed with Courtney, Noah and Mari while he searched for everyone else.

I tried to fight and let him allow me to look with him but it was no use.

I sat down with everyone, Mari feeling sick from the head wound and a probable concussion, Noah feeling sick from blood loss and Courtney feeling winded from being choked.

I felt so lucky yet, so cursed..
These were my friends, suffering pretty bad injuries and I had nothing..
Probably because I had Wes..

I kept glancing out the door as the three cheerfully kept up the mood.

"The snows never going to stop, is it?" Noah asked.

I hadn't realised it was snowing, my vision drew from the door to the window.
It was then it struck me.

"Uh.. how long has it been snowing..?" I asked, turning back to everyone.

"About.. four hours, why?" Courtney wheezed.

I calmly, jittery I got up from the floor and walked to the hall.
Once I stood at he top of the stairs I stared straight down at the front door.

Up to a metre in snow barricaded the door, I slowly stepped back into the room, closing the door behind me.

"Um.. did anyone here a car before that guy arrived?" I asked.

Everyone looked at one another before shaking their heads.
I felt the air in my chest tighten as I gulped.

"What?" Mari asked.

"If he didn't bring a car.. then how'd he get here..?" I exhaled.

"I- I saw his face, I didn't recognise him.." Courtney added.

"Me too.." Noah added.

"None of you recognised him?" I asked.
Once again they all shook their heads.

"Wait.. how are we sure he got here after we did?" Mari pitched the creepy idea.
We all slowly dragged our attention to her.

"What do you mean.."

"What if.. he was here before us..?" She added.
Noah's eyes widened as I looked at him.

"What if he's still here.." Noah exhaled.
We sat in silence after that, complete fear and paranoia consumed us as we sat like blocks of ice.

My only worry was, Where is he?

I shot up and to the door, calling out for Wes.
I refused to take a step down those stairs since the stunt we pulled, but if it came to it.. for Wes.. I'd do it.

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-Narrator-

Boze refused to give up as she continued to call out for Wes.
After five minutes of no response, she took one foot and slowly stepped down, onto the second step on the stairs.
Her legs shaking as she heads the creak the wood made.

She was suspicious the 'gun man' was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her, right around that arch...
She took her second step, still calling.

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He tightened his grasp on the grip of his shiny silver pistol.
His finger gently curled over the trigger as the stairs creaked once more....

She was taking her time..

His head pulses in agony, causing his anger to grow.

Another stair creaked. This time he had a perfect view of her feet as she stood anxiously on the fourth step..

"C'mon little girl" he whispered with a maniacal smirk on his lips.
Eight more to go then you're at the bottom..

Another creak and his hand slowly moved to the door handle, as he formed his grip on the handle, seconds from pushing down and opening the door..
He heard a voice.

"What are you doing?" Wes called as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You need to hurry upstairs.." she uttered, nervously.

"What? Why?" He asked.

"We think we're onto something..." she uttered.
"We think he's still here.."

His eyebrow furrowed as he released the handle on the door..
'Not yet..' he thought.
'But soon..'

Where is he?🤔
Where have I hidden our mysterious gunman?