Chapter 11:

As Allison was walking, she spotted a light in the distance. A moving light. A flashlight. She stopped walking and held her breath, straining to tell who it was. The figure shined the flashlight right on her. She shielded her eyes with one hand.

"Allie!" she heard a voice shout out. Adam. Of course. He ran to her and embraced her in a tight hug. She hugged back half-heartedly, still shaken from what she had witnessed.

"PLEASE don't do that ever again Allie. You had me worried sick. You could've gotten hurt! Or even worse..." he hugged her tighter. "Are you okay?" he asked, pulling back and looking at her pale, ghost-like face.

"Yeah...yeah..." she finally said after about a minute. "But...but I don't know about Kris..." she said sadly.

Kris?" Adam piped up. "You saw Kris?! What? When? Where? Is he okay?!"

Allison sighed. He cared more about Kris then her. Typical. Well, it at least seemed like he had forgotten about their little 'episode' from earlier. But she still hadn't. How could she? Her heart still ached from it. She had to forget though. She had to try. She couldn't leave him now. He wouldn't allow her to. It's not like she would try. She didn't want to venture into the darkness alone again. Thinking back to the man, she shivered. She didn't want to end up like him.

"Kris, he...these two men came after him. I...he said to run and I...this guy came after me and..." She started getting choked up about it, replaying that awful scene again and again. She couldn't finish her explanation.

"I'm sorry Allison. Really. We gotta go though. We can't stay here. We got to find Kris!" he grabbed her hand and started walking. She reluctantly followed. "You know which way he was?" he asked her.

She shook her head. "No idea. I was, uh...preoccupied..." she said nervously. She didn't really wanna tell Adam what happened. It was too horrible. She didn't even wanna think about it herself.

Adam could tell something was up, but he chose to ignore it. "Uh, okay. Well, let's head this way..." he led her through the darkness, the dim flashlight as their only light.

"Hey Adam..." said Allison after about a half hour of walking. "Didn't we pass that pile of boxes about 10 minutes ago?"

Adam shined the flashlight around and cursed silently to himself. "Damn it, I think it is. We're going in circles, of course!" he threw his hands up in frustration. "We're NEVER going to get out of here!"

Allison looked around too as Adam shined the flashlight in every which direction. "Wait Adam, go back," she said, grabbing his hand that had the flashlight and moving it back to where it was before. "What's that?"

"It looks like...stairs..."? Adam said questionably. "That's weird..."he shined the flashlight all the way up to the top of the stairs. "Look, I think we found the control room!" Adam started walking towards the steps. Allison grabbed his arm fearfully and held him back. He turned back to face her.

"What's wrong Allie?" he asked, looking at her. Her eyes were wide with fear. "Come on Adam, so we REALLY have to go up there? I mean, we don't know what's up there and all. Plus..." Adam cut her off.

"Yeah, but from up there we might be able to see more of this place since it's up so high. Plus if it IS the control room, maybe we can find a way to turn on the lights. Or better yet, find a way to unlock all the doors and get the heck outta here. So come on!" he grabbed her hand a lightly yanked her arm. She reluctantly followed.

The reached the steps. Adam took a deep breath and started walking up them. Allison stayed behind him, watching to see if anyone was below them. Still nothing. The old, rusty metal stairs made a quiet clanging sound as the walked up them. To Allison it seemed much louder than that though. It seemed as if it echoed throughout the entire building. As if everyone could hear. They climbed step after step, Allison counting each one to herself as they went up. 45...46...47...

Finally, they reached the top. The control room. Or at least what appeared to be that. Adam slowly turned the handle. Surprisingly, it was open. Adam was right. It was the control room. The two stepped inside and looked around.

It was a small, rectangular room probably only about 15 feet wide and 30 feet long. It was filled with many different cords and electronic devices. And on the one wall, TV monitors. About 40 different ones all lined up next to each other.

"This must be how the director is filming!" Adam said, looking at them. "There must be hidden cameras everywhere. And it looks as if the killers each have one too. Attached to their head maybe?" They both watched the one screen Adam was referring to. The camera seemed to be moving, shaking a great deal. They looked through it.

"KRIS!" Allison called out, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. The guy and Kris were in a struggle. It must've been one of the guys that had charged at Kris before. Kris' arm was stained with blood. He had some random spots of it on his chest too. He now had a black eye, and his face was quite bruised up. Bloody too. Allison felt like crying. "Adam, what can we do?" she cried, looking up at him.

"I...I don't know..." said Adam, staring wide eyed at the screen. He was starting to get tears in his eyes. He fought them back though. He couldn't cry in front of Allison. He had to stay strong. For her. "We just need to...locate where he is I guess..." he prayed they could do that. On time too. Before it was too late.

"Hey Adam, look. Here we are..." she pointed at one monitor at the top corner. It was of the control room. It seemed to be near the opening of the door or something. The looked up and over at it. Sure enough, it was up there. They turned back to the screen.

"And Adam...what's that in the corner of the room?" she asked, looking at the monitor again. They both turned to where Allison was referring to. In a chair, was the director. Who appeared to be sleeping. Laying motionless in the chair.

Allison's mouth dropped open. Before she could scream, she quickly covered it. "Don't worry Allison. He must be a heavy sleeper if he hasn't heard us by now. Don't worry."

The director's head shot up. "on the contrary..." he said, standing up. Knife in his hand. "Looks like those fools couldn't manage to kill you. So I guess I'm going to have to do it myself!"