In Cold Blood | Apply Fic

Chapter Nineteen: The Cold of Night

Flynn looks down at Roselyn's half conscious form as she shivers, seeking warmth from her best friend. He pulls her closer to him, trying to be helpful. He looks to the fire but realizes it's as high as it will go. His gaze shifts towards Milo and Ethan, noticing that they look like they're shivering as well.

"Fucking hell," he groans. "We can't sit here and just completely freeze our asses off. Can we agree to do something about this?"

"I would love to, but I also don't want to leave the safety of this room," Roselyn sighs.

"We won't be apart for more than two minutes. You and will run upstairs to get blankets while Ethan and Milo go brew coffee or something," Flynn offers.

"He's never been scared to attack us in twos," Ethan argues. "We've tried the buddy system and it's always failed us. Why would we try it again when we know that someone is going to be here sooner rather than later?"

"Because if we freeze in this room before the cops get here, he wins. If we keep ourselves alive, then we win. Let's get the tools we need to win," Flynn demands.

"Then we leave this room as a group of four. We all go to turn on the coffeepot then we all go upstairs to grab blankets. I know I was the idiot who suggested we split up earlier but that was when we had six of us and it ultimately ended with us losing Rosie," Ethan scoffs.

Roselyn shakes her head and lays back down, her head on Flynn's lap. She closes her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Guys," Milo chokes out, barely audible over the fighting.

"Okay but what's wrong with a two minute break from each other when we know we could be stuck in this room together for hours?" Flynn barks.

"Jesus Christ, Braxton. Does our presence in this little group of four really fucking annoy you that much? You planned for us to spend a week up here together with nine of us!"

"Guys."

"We're all fucking tired and overwhelmed right now. Yes, I would like a couple moments of silence and a break from all the stress of this whole thing. Even just a quick run upstairs would be a welcome chance to not have this whole situation on my whole fucking mind."

"Guys."

"Oh my fucking God. Maybe let's go a little more specific. If we leave this room, especially in pairs rather than a group of four, maybe your precious little Ro-"

"Guys!"

Everyone stops and turns to Milo. They can see her eyes watering and her body slightly shaking.

"Flynn's right, you morons," she scoffs, rubbing her eyes. "We can't sit in here risking our own safety when we have no fucking clue how long it's going to be until someone gets here. I know I didn't want to believe we're in danger but that was stupid. We need to actively work for our survival or we're not going to get out of this place. Yes, it's incredibly dangerous to split up but we need to work faster than we've been. We know there's a bunch of weapons waiting for us in the lounge. Let's grab some and get this over with."

Everyone goes silent, no one knowing what to say or do. Roselyn is the first person to move, getting up and approaching Milo, offering her a hand. Milo takes it and lets the other girl pull her to her feet. Flynn gets off the couch, moving to help Roselyn push it away from the door. Ethan gets up, arms crossed.

"I want everyone to know I'm against this plan," he snaps.

"Don't really think it matters at this point, Eth," Roselyn jokes.

They exit the lounge and immediately head for the main lounge with the shattered window. Roselyn and Milo walk slightly ahead of the boys, reaching the pile first. They start going through the weapons, trying to decide what the four most powerful would be.