Ask her why

“Why did you do this?” you demand over the noisy rain, holding Kylie’s gun hand down.

Olivia says nothing. She just stares up at you, looking miserable and in pain. Why won’t she say something? It’s creepy.

Kylie suddenly shakes you off, points her gun, and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens.

“For fuck’s sake,” she says, looking down at it. The gun is empty. “You shoot her.”

“No!” You don’t want to. And she’s not going anywhere. Hell, she’s going to die here. No ambulance can possibly reach you. Speaking of which, you run over to Nevaeh, who is helping Samantha stand up.

“I have to get her out of here,” she says. Samantha is bleeding.

“I’ll help,” you say, but Nevaeh shakes her head. “No. You have to warn the others. There was someone else in there, right? Stop them. I’ve got Samantha.”

“She’s right,” Kylie says, joining you. She’s still holding the empty gun.

“What about Olivia?”

“Fuck her. If you don’t want to shoot her, fine. But I’m not helping her,” Kylie says. You can’t blame her… it’s obvious that she and Nevaeh have been through a lot. But so have you!

“Can you make it out?” you ask Nevaeh worriedly.

“Maybe. We’ll take Samantha’s car. It’s got some clearance at least,” she says.

“OK,” you say as they splash off through the rain. You move toward the front door, but Kylie stops you. “No,” she says. “Not that way. We have to be sneaky.”

She’s right. That person in there saw you all go out through the front. She might be watching it or waiting or something.

You follow her around the corner of the house, checking windows until you find one that’s unlocked. You climb into the dining room, which is dark. It’s hard not to bump into things. Where should you start? You don’t know. CCL house is huge.

“Kitchen,” Kylie whispers in your ear. She smells like weed, but she seems clearheaded. What happened tonight must have sobered her up. “That’s where the electric box is. I think,” she adds.

“Right,” you whisper back.

You tiptoe back to the foyer and squint at the shadows. It seems safe.

You creep down the hall to the kitchen, which is dark and quiet. Where is the breaker box? Is it in the pantry? Nope. You close that door and try to think. Maybe it’s in the basement. Not down there in the basement, just in the stairwell.

You turn around to check, but a black, hooded figure is right in front of you, raising a knife.

You scream, but a second figure hits the one behind you from the side, tackling it to the floor. You stumble back, tripping over a chair.

“Sally?” Kylie calls out, alarmed. Her voice comes from the direction of the basement. She must’ve had the same thought as you.

You crash painfully to the floor, losing the gun as you hear the two robed figures struggling. You flip over in a panic, feeling for the pistol. You find it and roll onto your back.

Both figures are on their feet again.

The one on the left seems to be in pain.

The one on the right is holding a knife.

Fire at the figure on the left?

Fire at the figure on the right?

Or shout at them to freeze?