“What the hell are you doing here?”

The slender shoulders, the curls falling on the shoulders, the thick rim glasses... you know that person, actually you have shared a room with her for the last few months.

“Nicole!” You say.

“Sam!” She replies whispering.

“I am so glad I found you.”

You try to take her in your arms. But she gives you the slip. Staying beyond the reach of your arms, she seems to study you.

“What the fuck Nicole?”

“I...”

But a noise behind you interrupts her, a terror the likes of which you have never seen on a living person covers her features and she starts in the opposite direction.

You are confused.