It was 10:00 a.m. News vehicles and helicopters scattered all around Mount Washington, reporting of a mysterious transmission and found no survivors. What was once a comfy family lodge owned by the famous Washington family was now ashes. A female reporter was in front of the burnt building with a microphone in her hand.
"Larry, apparently what we see here is what's left of the Blackwood Pines lodge," she stated as she moved away for the camera to view. "The Washington family states that their only living child, Joshua Washington, was inviting his friends to honor his sisters' deaths. It's assumed that..." She paused to clear her throat. "It's assumed that...Joshua and his friends all...died. Police are currently looking for any of the bodies in the ash and everywhere else around here to see if anybody didn't die in the fire. We'll back to this once we have found anything new. I'm Erin Yertistein at Mount Washington, Channel 3 News."
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Later that day, in a home, a blonde-haired woman was on a phone with the police. Her husband and younger daughter were near her. The police man said in the phone, "I am very sorry, Mrs. Miller...but we found the body of your son, Christopher." The woman began to breathe heavily, worrying her husband and younger child
"W-was he shot, officer?" she asked.
"No...he was beheaded. I am very sorry, m'am." She began sobbing and crying and hung up. Her husband knew what she was crying about and hugged her, shedding a few tears as well.
"Is big brother...dead?" the daughter whimpered. The man nodded and hugged her as she began crying.
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In another home, a woman with light-brown hair was near a man with dark brown hair, who was on the phone with the police. The man grabbed his wife's hand tightly. "Mr. Smith, we're sorry to say that your daughter is dead," the policeman stated.
"No...Ash, she can't be," he muttered, making his wife worry.
"She is, Mr. Smith. She was beheaded. We cannot find her head. Like I said, we are very sorry for your loss." He hung up and turned to his wife.
"Is Ashley..." she muttered. He shook his head. She began to cry. "Not my little baby..." She cried on her husband's chest. "Not my little baby!" She sobbed. The man began to cry too as he tried to comfort his wife.
"Ash...he muttered in a sorrowful tone.
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In yet another home, an Asian woman was on the phone with the police. Her husband, her younger Asian son, and two older Asian sons were near her, hoping Emily survived. "Mrs. Yunohara, I'm sorry, but your daughter, Emily, is dead." Her jaw dropped.
"No, there's no way. My Emily would know how to be alive. My husband taught her!" the woman exclaimed.
"Forensic evidence proves that it's your daughter. Apparently, it looked like her eyeballs exploded. I'm very sorry, Mrs. Yunohara."
She hung up and cried. "Not Emily!" she cried. "Not my sweet little blossom! Why?!"
The younger son began to cry. "Big sister's...dead" he asked as his lips started to quiver.
"No...Em..." muttered one of the older Asian sons. They both didn't like Emily, but now that she's dead, they both felt sad. The man hugged them and thought, Damn you, whoever killed my daughter!
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At another home, a lonely black woman was on the phone with the police with a German Shepard next to her. She looked like she was about to cry. "Officer, you have to tell me that my Matt is okay," she muttered. "Please?"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hennerson, but we would be lying to you," the officer replied. She began to sob.
"No...no..." she muttered in a shaky voice. "H-how did my M-Matt die?"
The policeman sighed. "His body was hanging on a hook by his jaw," he answered. She bawled. "Like I said, we're sorry about your son, m'am. Even I was disgusted when I saw that."
She sniffled and said, "Th-thank you, officer." She hung up and sat on the floor, crying. "No...God, why did this happen?! First John, now my little Matt..." The German Shepard comforted her by nudging his nuzzle on her face. She cried on the dog, which it didn't mind.
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At yet another home, a man with blonde hair was on the phone with the police. His wife with blonde hair and their tween daughter was near him. "Mr. Richards, I'm sorry, but your daughter, Jessica...is dead," the policeman said.
"What?" the man asked, worrying his wife and daughter.
"It appeared that her jaw has been ripped off. We're very sorry, Mr. Richards." He hung up and turned to the rest of the family.
"Is Jessica...alive?" she asked.
Her husband sighed. "I wish, Linda. I wish." She began to cry. His tween daughter looked shocked.
"No! Not my little baby! No!" she cried.
"Calm down, Linda, calm down!" her husband said as he hugged her. "Just calm down..."
"How can I calm down when my daughter is DEAD?!" She sobbed. The tween girl didn't like her older sister, but now that she's dead...she felt bad, really bad. She felt a lump in her throat.
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In a home, a man with yellow hair was on his phone with the police. His middle-schooler son was with him. "Mr. Callister, I'm sorry to say that we can't find Samantha. It's possible she died in the fire at the lodge," the policeman said. He looked like pained.
"What? No, she has to be alive! My daughter's an athlete, damn it!" he yelled. His son also looked pained and also looked like he was about to cry.
"We're sorry, but we have no trace of her around the mountain."
"Come on, it's possible she's gone M.I.A."
"It's possible, but like I said, there's no evidence of her living, so we are assuming she died in the fire. I'm very sorry, Mr. Callister." He hung on him angrily.
"Dad?" the son asked.
"Your sister's still alive, just that the police is too lazy to find her." He stormed out of the room. The son shed a few tears. He liked his older sister, like she was a role model to him. Her being dead made him cry. He walked back to his room slowly.
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In another home, a couple with brown hair looked saddened that their son has passed. The man had just arrived with his military uniform on. He was called by the police. His wife was holding his hand. "Mr. Munroe, we're sorry, but it seems like we can't find your son, Micheal, outside of the lodge, so it's possible he died in the fire."
"Are you sure? Have you not looked around more?" the man asked. "My son knows how to survive in the wilderness."
"We have found no evidence that Micheal is around the mountain, so it's assumed he died in the fire. I'm very sorry for Micheal, Mr. Munroe. To have your own son died when you're back from the military..." The man hung up and sighed. His wife looked at him worriedly. "Mike...he's...he's gone, Alice," he said to her.
"Micheal..." his wife whimpered. She then began sobbing. He hugged her and comforted her. However, he shed a tear himself, not believing that just when he comes back from war, his son was dead.
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In the mansion of the Washingtons, Mrs. Washington couldn't stop crying. Mr. Washington looked pained. They both called the police and learned that Josh possibly died in the fire at their lodge. First, they both lost their only two daughter the year before, now their only child was dead. They both don't know what to live for since their family was dying. It always seemed like everyone close to them dies...
"That's it, I can't take it anymore!" Mrs. Washington cried. Mr. Washington grabbed her arm.
"No, Melinda, you can't do this," he said.
"Why, Bob? Our family is dying around us, like it's some sort of curse!" She sighed. "Maybe we shouldn't have bought that mountain."
"Honey, you wanted our own mini-winter resort-"
"But the man warned us, HE WARNED US, DAMN IT! There are other mountains we could have bought!"
"Melinda, you said the mountain looked 'perfect' and you didn't want any other mountain!"
"Yeah, that was BEFORE we were warned!" They both continued arguing. Then Mrs. Washington stopped and walked to a room.
"Melinda? Melinda, where are you going?" asked Mr. Washington. He began to walk to the room she was in. Before he stepped inside, he heard a gunshot. He gasped. "No, MELINDA NO!" He ran inside and saw his wife dead. A hole was in her head and a gun was in her hand. He began to cry and knelt over her. He carried her. "Mel? Mel, honey, no..." He sobbed. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Everything he had that was his source of love was gone. His greed and arrogance had gotten the best of him. Now he had no other reason to live. He picked up the gun his wife had and pointed it at his head. He shed his last tear and thought his last thought, Everyone, I'm coming. He pulled the trigger and fell on the ground, dead. The whole Washington family were all dead. They were an unfortunate family to begin with.
Done! What do you think so far? I don't have a PS4, so I don't have Until Dawn, but I've been watching Cryaotic's playthrough on it. Even though it's cliched as hell, something about the game made me like it and want to buy a PS4 so I can play the game. I seriously don't know.
I decided to make this after seeing the many endings the game has. I wondered what would happen in the aftermath, so this was made!
Constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames allowed. I also update when I have the time, so I may post a new chapter a few days after or a few weeks after or longer. I also have other stories to update. *sweat-drops* But otherwise, review and follow/favorite if you're interested so far. You can ask me any questions about this through review or PM. I'll see you in the next chapter, which will be a Sole Survivor chapter!
*EDIT: Changed the situation here because a guest had a problem with it. Also changed the names of the Washington parents 'cause I've done some research.*