"Who the fuck did it?! Huh?! You might as well fuckin' own up!" Leon bellowed. Everybody exchanged looks. Jake went pale. Claire gulped. Chris looked bewildered. Sheva twiddled her thumbs. Piers looked nauseous. Helena pulled her hair over her shoulder. Debbie ran in crying, "Please stop shouting daddy, please." Leon felt ashamed but still was angry.

"I will not stop goddam shouting!" Leon yelled.

"Leon, I think it would be best if you stepped away from Sherry!" Sheva suggested.

"Yeah, Sheva's right!" agreed Claire. Helena walked up to Claire. As she walked up to her she past everybody else, she suspiciously eyed them as if she did not want to be noticed.

"Leave my Leon alone!" she walked back to where she was standing and started typing on her phone.

"Why don't you go to your girlfriend, Jake?" Piers said. Jake gave him an aggressive look which Piers tried his best to ignore. "Look, Leon, I know your friends with Sherry, but look at her, I mean, she's a zombie!" exclaimed Helena. Sherry felt guilty, because of her everybody was turning against him, but she also felt sorry for herself, everybody thought she was now a freak. "Jake, please help me!" Sherry mumbled, Jake felt everybody's eyes fall on him, he hesitated "Sherry, I, oh what the hell!" he ran to Sherry and picked her up. They both smiled. "Ok, I'll be the one to ask it. Who spiked Sherry's drink? Although she's my best friend's girlfriend, I suspect Sheva, she's had a crush on Leon for a long time and Sherry was all over him." Chris stated.

"Are you kidding me?! A) Leon is not my type, and I'm going out with Piers B) Would I really do something that selfish. Seeing as you were the first one to accuse, I suspect you, Chris!" Sheva yelled.

"I think, it's Helena, you know, Chris is right, Sherry is all over Leon and Helena is married to Leon so it makes perfect sense!" declared Luis.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell do you mean?! Yes, I am jealous of them two but I would never go that far, plus Sherry is a great friend of mine! Jake's the one that went pale and wouldn't go to his girlfriend!" argued Helena whilst walking behind the crowd of people.

"Hang on a sec! Claire's hardly said anything; maybe that bitch's trying to back out of this." Jake said. Everybody turned to Claire. "What the fuck! Where's she gone?" Sheva asked.

"She was right next to me." said Chris. Claire was gone. "I'll phone her!" Chris reached his hand into his pocket. His face dropped. "My phone's gone!" He slowly said. Everybody else checked their pockets and their phones were gone too. "Looks like we found our traitor!" declared Piers.

Leon walked over to Helena, "Get Debbie in the car, now!" he whispered,

"Got it." retorted Helena. She picked up Debbie and walked out of the house.

"Where the hell's she going?" asked Sheva. "She's fucking leaving, the bitch can't leave!"
"Sheva, please…" Piers took Sheva into the bedroom. "Look I know how hard th-"
"Piers, you don't understand…. I know who did it! I know the bastard that tried to kill Sherry… I know everything about it, the motive, the plan…. You wanna know who did it, well-"
"Don't say it! I don't want anything to do with it!" and with that Piers stormed out of the room.

"Everybody leave. Jake, take Sherry to the hospital now. They've dealt with this a million times. Everybody else, just go, go!" Leon called. Everybody slowly walked out into their cars. Leon got in his. He wanted to leave. If Sherry had the C-virus, he didn't want to be part of its spreading.

They drove for 2 hours straight and came to a mountain. Around the outside was a road. As they began the time-consuming, lacklustre drive up the mountain, Debbie looked out of the window and a cold, sharp shiver went down her spine as she noticed the only thing separating her from her death was a reedy, metal barrier. They were 3/4 of the way up before anybody spoke. "Where will we go?" Helena questioned.

"I don't know." Leon responded. Helena felt travel sick and opened a window. After 6 minutes a raging, forceful, vigorous wind came along. Helena smirked. She began rummaging through the mess in the glove compartment and picked something up. She hid it in her hand. "Damn, Leon, look out!" she roared. Leon's heart pounded and his breathing suddenly became rapid. His head turned so fast that it gave his neck a sharp pain. His eyes met a horrifying sight. A newspaper page was flying quickly towards the window. Before Leon could do anything it fell on the windscreen. His vision was blocked. "Leon!" cried Helena. He heard a door open and looked to his right and saw Helena roll out with Debbie holding her hand. The Mercedes roll onto its back then back onto the front then the newspaper blew away and his Mercedes was going full speed towards the barrier. Smash! It crashed into the barrier and it snapped. His car was driving off the edge. Leon hit the brakes as hard as could and the car came to a halt, half of the car was on the road, the other half was dangling off the edge. Leon climbed out of the car, not realising that he was about to step on thin air. He did so and fell just managing to get a grip on the tyre. Once he did, he began his climb up.

He eventually reached the bonnet and gave a sigh of relief. He was unaware that his weight was pulling the car forward. When he noticed the car was rocking forward, he smashed the windscreen with his elbow and dived into the driver's seat. It was too late to do anything. He saw his reflection in the wing mirror. His face was muddy; he had a broken nose with blood gushing down from it. His bottom lip had all the skin ripped off, to the left of his forehead was a large piece of glass, and all across his forehead was an inch wide wound. As he looked closer he saw Helena holding Debbie. They were walking away from the car.

It finally fell; the 13 seconds it took to fall off of the side were the longest 13 seconds of Leon's life. It flipped over 3 times which made Leon dizzy; he vomited just before the car hit a rock. The bonnet crashed and packed in like a spring waiting to pounce. Most of the impact was on Leon's legs but his stomach was strongly affected too. After the car hit the rock, it fell onto its side.

He slowly woke as he was dragged by his arms out of the broken car and was picked up he heard a voice say something like "He'll be glad to see me… if he ever wakes again." The anonymous person lifted their arm with a gun in their hand. They aimed it at a cruise ship in the distance then pulled the trigger. Leon watched as the bullet flew from the gun towards the ship and found it mysterious how it was in the shape of a miniature anchor and it had a grey trail following it. After a few seconds he felt the person holding him levitate. He was flying, in the arms of a feminine silhouetted figure. Was he hallucinating, or was this real?