Angela's P.O.V

Have you ever had a friend that you couldn't see but was actually there for you? Her name is Ashe and I met her on a website called when I was only 14. Well, now I'm 21 and we've been friends since then. Well, actually more than just friends. Sometimes I think we were switched at birth. But anyways, she was always there for me. Through break-ups, a few car accidents, and even worse things. She was the only person I could go to for anything because I trusted her. Whenever I needed to talk, I could count on her. We were just like sisters. We would have our webcams on so we could see each other all the time. Of course she lived in England with a 5 hour time difference but that didn't stop us. We always talked about meeting each other in real life. Then it seemed like it was a hopeless dream but at this very moment she was actually on her way here to America.

I couldn't believe it, after years of talking on the computer I was finally going to see her. My long lost sister.

My trail of thought ended there with the ringing of my cell phone. I pushed back my long wavy hair and hit talk.

"Hello?"

"Hey Angela, its Mom."

"Hey Mom, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing just thought I'd call to check up on you."

"Oh ok." I said anxiously.

"Sweetie, your sister told me about Ashe and personally I really don't think she's real."

"Well, I don't care what you think I know she's real. She's supposed to be flying in tonight."

"Angela…"

Click.

I'll show them, she is real.

Ashe's P.O.V

It wasn't normal. The walls were splashed with blood, and the lights were broken. I couldn't tell what was going on, I could barely see my hand in front of my face, and my breath was coming out in slow rasps. I had gotten off the plane ten minutes ago, getting off it last saved the queues, but I didn't expect it to be this empty! The whole airport seemed abandoned, and my cell's battery was almost dead.

"Hello?!" I shouted, my voice didn't seem like my own and I sighed. What happened here? I had been talking to Angela nine hours ago, and everything was fine. Everything should've /been/ fine. But it wasn't, it was like something straight out of a horror movie. I pulled out my cell and called Angela's number.

"Angela!! What the hell is going on?! I'm so glad you're alright!" I gasped out, my hand pressed to my forehead.

"I don't know, there was a toxic spill or something, and now all the people that /are/ around are acting weird and trying to eat people or kill them! Are you okay? Where are you?!" She replied. Both our voices were rushed and panicked.

"I'm fine…well, kind of. I'm still at the airport; I only landed around ten minutes ago. But….it's really dark, and there's blood everywhere…where are you-Angela?! Damn!!!!" I cursed and stamped my foot. My battery had died, fucking perfect. This couldn't be happening, I was finally meeting Angela. The best friend I had ever had, and everything was messed up and /dead/! My thoughts ended when I saw a shadow streak across the room.

"H-hello?" I asked, stepping forward a little and brushing my mid-length light brown hair out of my freckle sprayed face. No body answered and I relaxed a little, until I saw the shadow again.

"….Is anybody there?" I called out; the only sound I got back was an echo, and a groaning sound. That's when I realized…I wasn't alone.