Murder (Team Crafted Fan Fiction)

Chapter Seven-No Help

ADAM POV

"I'm looking up here by the register, you guys look in the back." Mia said. She jumped over the check out counter and started look. There wasn't that many placed to look. It was an old, crappy store. I sighed and went to the back. I opened the EMPLOYEES ONLY door. Nothing here but a break room. I opened the fridge. Only water bottles. I gingerly took one and drank half of it in one go. I went back out. Someone had found it.

"Over here!'' Mitch yelled. There was a pop machine and a small counter next to it. There were two pay phones next to it. Talk about old school.

"Anyone have a quarter?" I felt my pockets. Left my wallet in my room. Crap. Ian pulled out his wallet and gave a quarter to Mitch. He thanked him and put it in the slot. He grabbed the phone and dialed 911. He waited a second.

"Are you freaking kidding me!?" Mitch slammed the phone back. "Sorry, this phone is no longer in service." He mocked. Great, just great.

"I have another, try the other phone." Mitch sighed and tried again. He waited a minute as he listened. "No signal! Why have the phones then!" He slammed it down again. This is really bad.

"There must be something we can do!'' Quinton said hopefully. There is no way I am walking down a mountain, but there is also no way I'm staying in the cabin with a killer on the loose.

"Calm down, wait, I don't know your names yet. Just Jerome's." Mitch blushed and pointed out our names. He has a bad case of crushitis.

"Well, chill out Mitch. There must be something we can do." She went back to the front and looked around.

"There's a bike in this back room. Anyone want to ride it down hill?" Everyone shook there heads. We hadn't had any sleep, and Jerome, Mitch, and Mia got only a few hours in. Mia probably went to bed earlier than us, but she didn't get much.

"We need to go back." Seto said. Everyone agreed and left the store. I took one last gulp of water and threw it away.

TIME SKIP AGAIN CAUSE I KNOW YOU GUYS DONT WANT TO READ ABOUT THAT!

We were back at the porch of the cabin. I could barely raise my hand to open the door. I ran to my room and jumped on my bed. I heard voices talking. I didn't care. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

I woke up to someone shaking me. It was Ty. "Get up! Something happened!'' I was curious, but I didn't want to leave my warm bed. I sighed and stood up.

"What is it Ty?" He didn't answer and left the room. I quickly followed him. Please don't be a dead person, please don't be a dead person. I followed him back to Grace's room. This time, Grant was lying on the ground, dead.

"What the heck!?" I yelled. The parents were in the corner, crying. This is really bad. Is the killer targeting that family? Or all of us? Ty grabbed my hand and got me out of there.

"Everyone else is in Merome's bedroom. Jason is getting food. We are going to spend the whole day in there. Strength in numbers." I yawned. My mind is still trying to process what is happening. "I'm going to the out house first." It sounded awful, but I needed to use it. Ty nodded and I went outside. I think Ian said it was back here somewhere. I heard a rustling sound in the pine trees. I froze. Was the killer right behind me? I turned around and saw what was in the bushes. I gasped.

CLIFF HANGER!