Death at a Festival

Prologue

The music was loud, too loud. The festival was in full swing. A group of friends were pitching their tents on the far side of the beach, trying not to trip over the rubbish left by the other festival goers. Their faces were covered in UV paint and rainbows and flowers. It was a typical festival vibe. With their tents pitched, the group of six friends made their way towards the main stage. They could feel the ground shaking beneath their feet. They stopped on route to buy some drinks and then took their places as near to the front of the stage as they could get. They were laughing and joking and just enjoying the vibe. Eventually, the main act came out. The crowd went wild, people pushed in and they were tightly crammed together but still loving life. The music blared loud and above the noise a single high-pitched scream was heard.

Jessica Jones sunk to the ground, a knife protruding from her shoulder blades. And Alexia kept screaming.