Now, I was terrified. We immediately ran down the stairs in hopes of seeing the murderer. With my gun in hand, I run down the stairs, faster than everyone else. No one to be seen, though.
We exit the building and walk further. Julien and Christiaan were next to me, like a King with bodyguards. After walking for about five minutes, we had given up.
I asked myself why I was here. How did I get here again?
Oh yeah, I was playing on the field. Okay. I get it.
I ask Christiaan, "Hey, should we keep looking?"
No response. I look over.
No Christiaan. No Julien. Just... me.
I thought these things only happened in movies!
They must have split up. The murderer can't kill them without making a single sound. Or I'm deaf, I don't know.
Now shook, I proceeded to walk to a bungalow. Its windows were dusted up, it had a collapsed thatched roof and the door had been torn off, it seems.
I look inside. Someone is kneeling in the corner of the room. I think it's my friend hiding.
Probably Jack. Yeah, it is.
I ask him, "Dude, you'll get caught..."
He puts his head up.
"Fine. I'll come with you. Don't blame me if we die!"
I thought it would take much more than that to convince him to come with me, but whatever.
We walk out together and the gun is in my pocket.
I look to my right. A mask.
A mask. Peering around the corner.
Why me?
We exit the building and walk further. Julien and Christiaan were next to me, like a King with bodyguards. After walking for about five minutes, we had given up.
I asked myself why I was here. How did I get here again?
Oh yeah, I was playing on the field. Okay. I get it.
I ask Christiaan, "Hey, should we keep looking?"
No response. I look over.
No Christiaan. No Julien. Just... me.
I thought these things only happened in movies!
They must have split up. The murderer can't kill them without making a single sound. Or I'm deaf, I don't know.
Now shook, I proceeded to walk to a bungalow. Its windows were dusted up, it had a collapsed thatched roof and the door had been torn off, it seems.
I look inside. Someone is kneeling in the corner of the room. I think it's my friend hiding.
Probably Jack. Yeah, it is.
I ask him, "Dude, you'll get caught..."
He puts his head up.
"Fine. I'll come with you. Don't blame me if we die!"
I thought it would take much more than that to convince him to come with me, but whatever.
We walk out together and the gun is in my pocket.
I look to my right. A mask.
A mask. Peering around the corner.
Why me?
