I froze mid-scream and turned my head to look behind me. Jake was lying in the ground. Not moving. I just stared at him blankly. "Jake?" I whispered. "He can't be dead." I thought. But... wait. Where was Zach? A squeaking sound ahead of me caught my attention, and I turned back towards the door.

The kid was opening the door and walking in. He turned around and shut the door. He turned around but froze with his face scrunched up as though there was a terrible smell. I suppose the stench of blood was a bit overpowering. "Hey! KID!" I screamed. He didn't hear or see me, because he turned and walked back out to his car. It wasn't hard to believe he couldn't hear me. I was in the floor about twenty feet away, and I could hear the music from his headphones blaring.

"NO!" I screamed, my voice cracking. "PLEASE!" I shouted, sobbing. I felt hands wrapping around my ankles, pulling me away from the exit- away from my freedom. I glanced back with wide, terrified eyes. Zach was pulling me around a corner, his eyes bloodshot and mad. He had a twisted half smile on his face, and he seemed to be muttering something. I screamed and grabbed onto the wall. He stopped muttering, glared at me, and started pulling me away harder.

I blanched. It felt like my legs were getting torn off my body. I swallowed, but didn't let go of the wall. The kid was coming back. His headphones were resting on his shoulders, and he had a can of Febreze in his hand. My fingers were slipping from the wall, but the kid was nearly at the door. He was there... he opened the door... but my fingers gave way. I screamed as I got dragged back into hell, into the darkness.