Prologue

Ellie Sutton had her back to the bathroom door. She had locked it, just like her older sister, Liz, had instructed her. She had done everything required of her, and now she wondered why the fighting was still going on.

Liz had told her that she would go downstairs to see if she could do anything, after she had seen Ellie's tears spill down her face. "I'm so stupid, why did I start crying? Why, why, why? If I hadn't then Liz wouldn't have had to go downstairs…"

Suddenly, the noise stopped downstairs. The screams, howls of pain, and the crashes of furniture being thrown across the room, it had all stopped, and was now replaced by an eerie silence.

Ellie slowly turned around, and she began to slowly unlock the door. When she had finally unlocked the door, she began to push it open, ever so slightly. Ellie took a careful step out, ready to lock the door again, should anything happen. But nothing did. Ellie took careful step after careful step. When she reached the stairs, she looked down, and gasped.

It appeared as though a nuclear bomb had gone off. Nothing was left in one piece downstairs, and what was worse was that there were splatters of blood on the ground.

Ellie heard the floorboards creak behind her, and turned to see who it was. She forever wished that she hadn't looked, and had just listened to her gut feeling and run!

Slap! The sound resounded along the hallway, but no one heard it. No one heard the cries of Ellie, either, as she tumbled down the stairs…