A Different Story: Until Dawn Role Reversal

Violence (part 1)

"Josh... Josh! Get up!"
     Upon being stirred awake, Josh sat up groggily best he could against his restraints. He looked around the room for the source of the familiar voice until his eyes landed on a beaten and battered Jessica looking at him from a grate in the wall. "Jess?" He asked.
     "Get over here!"
     Josh used what little leverage he had to move the chair he was tied to towards his friend. In the process, however, he knocked the chair over, causing him to hit the floor with a thud. He struggled to turn and face her without dropping his towel, suddenly aware of how exposed he was.
     Jess struggled not to laugh as she eyed him. "Damn," She said "I think maybe I should've invited you to the cabin instead of Sam." She said as she cut him free.
Josh's face of embarrassment turned to one of sadness. "Sammy... she's dead." He told her.
Jess's expression dropped as well. "Oh no, her too?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"There's some maniac up here with us... h-he killed mike." She explained.
"Jesus..." Josh mumbled. He really hoped that this night was just another one of his nightmares, and not actually real.
"We gotta find him before he kills anyone else." Jess said. "Look, there's a door over here that won't open. Can you unlock it from your side?" She asked.
With that, Josh stood up and took his bookbag off the door handle. He found the locked door in question and opened it.
"Hey there, stud." Jess winked at him.
Josh rolled his eyes and chuckled at her attempt at humor during a time like this. He went over to the corner of the room and sat his bag down.
"Uh... what are you doing?" Jess asked.
"Well, as much as I'm sure you're enjoying the show," Josh teased, "it's gonna be hard to fight off a killer maniac in a towel."
"Oh, true." Jess agreed as she turned to give him some privacy. Soon enough, he stood in front of her in a grey hoodie and his jeans.
"C'mon, let's go find this fucker." He said as he began to leave the room.
"Amen to that." Jess agreed as she followed him.
As they stepped into the hallway, they heard what sounded like a gunshot.
"NOOO! ASHLEY!" They both heard Chris yell.
"That sounded like Chris!" Josh said as he raced toward the door. He practically threw himself at it in an attempt to open the door. With Jess's help, they shoved it open, only to find Chris and Ashley sitting at a table. Chris was sobbing and thrashing around and Ashley's form was slumped forward.
From somewhere in the dark, the psycho emerged and began walking towards them.
"NO! STAY AWAY FROM US YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Chris yelled as he thrashed around even more.
"Oh, Chris. Oh, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris... don't worry about her. You've heard of blanks before, haven't you?"
Josh and Jess ran further into the room just in time for the psycho to remove the mask, revealing Sam's grinning face behind it.

"Oh shit... EMILY!" Matt yelled as he dangled from the debris of the radio tower. With a grunt of effort, he managed to swing himself over to a different piece that he could monkey-bar across to a solid landing. Before he got the chance to get up, a piece of metal fell and scraped his knee wide open. He wailed in pain and held his knee to his chest, doing his best to butt-scoot away from the danger. He stood up slowly, got his bearings, and picked up a piece of wood.
"This better be worth it, this was my favorite jersey..." he mumbled as he tore a piece of cloth away from his shirt and wrapped it around the wood. He dipped it in a nearby vat of oil and held it close to a fire, creating a makeshift torch. "Nice, now we're talkin." He said to himself.
As he continued to stumble through the mines, he found some photos and mining equipment that didn't seem out of place at all. However, once he fell a bit deeper, he was scared out of his wits upon seeing the skeletal remains of what he assumed were several miners. He let out a scream as he struggled to climb back out the way he fell, but to no avail. Seeing no other option, he continued to trudge forward with a bit of a limp.
     After several minutes, he finds himself in a slightly brighter room. "Finally!" He said happily as he attempted to climb an icy slope. He mentally cursed himself for trying as he fell back down.
     After wandering around the room, he found a few eerily familiar things, including a dirty grey beanie, a photo of Beth showing off her tattoo, and several marks in the wall. "Oh no... they were down here..." he said out loud as he put the pieces together. "But... where are the bodies?"
     He regretting the question not even five minutes after he asked it. After noticing a bizarre looking pile off in a corner, he decided to investigate. As he touched the top of the pile, he screamed in horror and grief as the familiar face of Hannah Washington herself stared back at him. Somehow, her head was perfectly preserved. Her skin was dull grey and her eyes looked glassy. Her hair was matted and dirty.
     "Oh, God, Hannah!" He wailed as tears streamed down his face. "H-Hannah..."
     It wasn't until that moment that the guilt sunk in. Throughout the entire year, Matt tried to place the blame on his other friends, claiming it 'wasn't just his fault.' In reality, though, it had been partially his idea. HE was to blame, as much as Mike was for coming up with it or Jess for going through with it.
     Seeing no other choice but to continue, Matt wearily stood up and continued to walk, still rattled by his discovery. He eventually finds an elevator shaft, which actually works. At least, he thought it worked up until it stopped on a higher level of the mine. As he stepped off the elevator, he saw a figure he didn't recognize. However, the man was wielding a flamethrower, which was enough of a threat to him to make Matt run for it. The stranger saw him almost immediately and gave chase, up until Matt reached a dead end. He tried to puff out his chest and look intimidating as the stranger stepped closer, holding a finger to where his mouth would be if it wasn't covered by a grey scarf.