With a strike of lightning, Wendy woke up with a gasping breath. She looked to her left and to her right to see eleven other people. The woman next to her had red hair that was illuminated by the next strike. "Max?" Wendy said to the woman. "What? No? My name's Louise." She said and looked around. All around them were people who sat, confused. Hadn't they died? They all could've sworn they had.

"What's your name?" Louise asked but before Wendy could answer, she heard a voice scream "Wendy!" The blonde turned her head to see her. Maxine Jefferson. Her best friend. "Max!" She yelled, running towards her and throwing her arms around the girl. The redhead returned the favor.

"Where the hell?" A woman said and the two turned to her. It was a woman dressed in fifties attire. She had a thick German accent. Nobody said anything else until they heard a male voice yelling "Where the hell is it?!" He was wearing late forties attire. "What are you looking for?" Another voice asked. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, all in all looking pretty basic. She was wearing early seventies attire. She inched closer to the black-haired man.

She seemed just as distressed as everyone else and left some wondering why she was making her first impression on everyone like this. "My pistol!" He said. "I know I have it! I always keep it in my pocket!" He slammed his fists onto the ground in anger. "A pistol? What's that?" Asked a female voice. Everyone looked at her. She was wearing Tudor style attire. "Seriously? You don't know what a pistol is? Wow." He shook his head.

"It's so strange..." Wendy wondered aloud. She remembered that day clearly, as she had tried to make the most of it. She had spent the day with her siblings and girlfriend , Mary , before hanging herself that night. "I hung myself. I remember passing out. I should be dead! And if I only passed out, then why would I wake up here?!"

"Exactly! I remember getting my head chopped off after I slept with a guy. I shouldn't be here later." You'd think Steve would be more careful when talking around these complete strangers but honestly, he gave no fucks. He knew his head had been sliced off. He knew. So why was he here, in this field, illuminated only but some moonlight and red lightning?

Red lightning! Why was the lightning red?

"I remember being stabbed and bleeding to death." A girl , no older than sixteen , said. All around, people talked about remembering dying and the fucked up ways it happened. Eventually, the woman in fifties attire yelled out. 

"Okay! We're all stressed out. Nobody knows where we are so maybe we should just calm down and talk about this, okay? My name is Emily Bohm. Maybe some of you have heard of me? Or did my husband get away with it?" Emily finished and another girl raised her hand. It was the stabbed sixteen year old. "My name's Hope. Hope Grimes. And I know you. Your husband decapitated you and replaced your head with a computer. You were known as 'computer head' but the crime world." She finished.

Then, the man who was searching for his pistol spoke. "Harry. Barrow. Harry Barrow." He said and the blonde who had offered her help looked towards him. "Barrow? Like, Clyde Barrow? Like Bonnie and Clyde?" She asked and he nodded. Then the girl continued. "Well, my name's Kathleen but everyone calls me Kate so please just call me that."

"Wait a minute..." The redheaded woman from earlier said. "Emily, you said you were murdered by your husband. My husband , Harry , suffocated me! My name's Louise. Louise Greene." She said and nobody except Hope paid that name any mind. No one else knew her.

All around, everyone introduced themselves. 
(I'm too lazy to give them all introductions, okay?)

Then, once they finished they heard a voice. "Run." It whispered. "Run, run, run, run." It whispered again and all heads snapped to look towards the east side of the forest. Then they saw...a thing. They don't know what it was but everyone knew, it wanted them dead. 

And so everyone stood up and began running. Running as fast as they could.

But one wasn't fast enough. "Jenny!" Louise yelled as she turned to see her get lifted by her ankles and slowly started to be eaten by the thing. Her screams rang out through the entire forest. Louise fell backwards. She didn't pass out, but she was frozen. If it weren't for Emily, Louise would've been next.

They all ran for minutes on end without stopping. Then, when the eleven of them collapsed in yet another clearing they all heard a voice. A cold, dead voice.

"Jennifer 'Jenny' Seymour is dead. One down, eleven more to go."

(A/N too lazy to proofread)

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