The night before the guys try to escape
Breanna's POV
The girls and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie while the boys were upstairs. There was no way out from upstairs, the windows were bolted, so they were fine.
We were watching when they all walked downstairs. Zach touched my head as he was walking by.
The world around me faded and turned into something entirely different.
It was pitch dark. I was running down the street using only the light from the street lamps to guide me.
I was looking for something. That was for sure. "Zach!" I shouted. So that's what I was looking for.
"Jonah?" Morgan shouted from beside me, her voice cracking. It was the first time I noticed the four girls standing beside me. Two on each side.
"Jack? Please!" Samantha screamed out. "Face it guys. We lost. We couldn't protect them." Amelia whispered.
"Don't say that! We still have time!" I yelled, even though my mouth didn't move.
"Bre. Maybe it's best we forget and go back to the-" there was an ear splitting scream and I let out a sob.
I would know that voice anywhere. The scream gave me strength to keep going. The scream was Zach's scream.
I continued running down the street, following the sound of screams and shouts.
"Zach!" I yell out again. A sob escapes my lips. Morgan grabs my arm.
"Bre. Please don't torture yourself over this! He's gone. It's over. We lost." I rip my arm from her grip.
"We haven't lost until he's dead!"
