Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the others, but my next chapter should be longer. In the next chapter, the group meet William Bludworth! Thanks for the reviews people. They may only be two of you reviewing, but knowing that my storys are being read makes me want to continue. I've also got the chapters sort of planned out, so expect around 20 - 25 chapters.
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William Bludworth sat in the morgue, thinking about the news which he heard through the TV. Another group, even more deaths. He remembered the girl Clear Rivers, who survived the first time, only to die the second time. He remembered Kimberly Corman, who also died with that police officer. He knew that no one can survive. He thought that the advice he had given to Kimberly, about new life, would work. But it evidently didn't. He knew he was going to get a visit from the group, and he was going to answer their questions. The advice he was going to give them, definitely should work. This time, he will save them.

Jake opened the door, and let Fred in, who was listening to some music through some head phones. He carried his suitcase into the other room, where Clarice, Ian, Amy, Mark and Alice were already seated.
Fred sat down next to Amy, who was biting her nails. The room had an air of sadness, but also interest for what Jake had to say. As if on que, Jake entered the room, and looked around at the remaining survivors, hoping that what he was about to do would save them from this horrible time, save them from certain death.
He sat down on a chair facing the others; he sighed, and then began. "In the theatre, I said I'll protect everyone, and I promise I am going too. First, though, I need to take us to a secure location, which is why I asked you to pack. We'll be going to an old prison, which is now run as a home for the homeless. We'll be safe there, my cousin owns it, and he owes me a few favours, so he'll take us in."
"How are we going to get there" Asked Alice, curios.
"We'll be taking my minibus" Answered Clarice.
"And we'll be leaving right now, so pick up your stuff, and get on the minibus, which is waiting behind the house." Said Jake.

In the minibus, the group were sat down, talking. Clarice sat at the front of the Bus, driving, Jake sat in the passenger's seat, and the rest of the group sat in the back. Just as the bus went to turn to the left, something triggered in Jake's mind, but he didn't know what. At that moment, a loud crash brought the memories from the previous day, the tree trunk, the crash, the death. A tree trunk lay on the road, right in the line of the van.
"CLARICE!" He shouted, and Clarice slammed the brakes down, bringing the van to a skidding stop, just before the trunk. The others was surprised that Jake saw it when they didn't, when he suddenly stood up. "You need to get out, we're all going to die if we don't!" At that command, without any thought, Amy opened the minibus door and clambered out. Mark, Ian, Fred and Alice followed suit, while Clarice exited out the driver's door. Jake went to open his door, but it jammed. He tugged on it but it didn't open, he shouted at the others for help and Clarice ran over, trying to open the door from the outside. A loud blaring horn cut through the air as an out of control truck came hurtling at the bus. Clarice glanced at it in panic, and then looked at Jake, who shouted "The order has been restarted, save them!" A single tear crept down her face as she said the two words to Jake, which would forever change her life.
"I'm sorry."
She jumped out the way as the truck slammed into the bus. She could see Jake's neck snap back as the bus was propelled forward, rolling it over, then came to a rest a few metres from the truck; it looked like a crumpled piece of paper. 'Surely he's not alive' thought Clarice, but she was already running from the shocked group to the wreck. She ripped open the barely recognisable door, and saw the limp body of Jake. With assistance from Mark, who had also come running, they slowly pulled Jake from the wreckage. Jakes eyes were shut, and there was no pulse, he was clearly dead, but that didn't stop Clarice from trying to perform CPR. As she pressed down on his chest, she could hear the faint voice of someone calling the ambulance, but she didn't know who. After a few minutes of silence apart from the noise of Clarice performing CPR, ambulance sirens could be heard. The ambulance stopped by the wreckage and the green clad ambulance men came running at Jake, one carrying the first aid kit, the other calling the police. The one with the bag, motioned for Clarice to move away, then checked for a pulse, just to be sure. When he found none his sighed, knowing there was no hope for the man.
"I'm sorry, but CPR is no use ..." Said the man in a comforting tone. At these words, Clarice finally broke down, tears pouring down her face. Mark grabbed hold of her shoulders and slowly steered her towards the group, who were all teary eyed.
"I could have saved, I should have saved him ..." Clarice sobbed.
"There was nothing you could do; you would've both died if you didn't move out the way. He saved us at the cost of his own life. He saved us again." Comforted Fred.
"But how are we going to know who's next, Jake knew the order, but no one else did, we don't know who is going to die." Asked Alice
"Just before he died, he said that the order has been restarted, which would mean ..." Started Clarice, but she couldn't finish the sentence.
"Which means that I'm next" Finished Mark for her. "But the first thing we need to do, is get some rest"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and got into the now present police cars to be taken to their homes.

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Did you think that Jake was going to die? I don't think so as he was the guy who had the premonitions. I thought it would give a bit of interest as the group will now have to remember who's next.