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Drew's POV

I said that we should trug on so here we are, hiking a mountain, in the middle of the night, tired as hell to our possible deaths. So anyway, I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Cristina shout something.

"Hey guys look a ski lodge!" William pulled out his crossbow and Sal pulled out his shotgun, wincing from the movement due to his injured leg. Skay looked around, bothered and sluggish since he's been the one who has been looking out for danger while the rest of us hiked. Eventually he reached for the hunting rifle strapped to his back to feel that it was gone.

"What the hell? I just had it!" William scowled.

"You must have dropped it you idiot!" Skay winced, even though we were tired and grumpy, William was being a little harsh on poor Skay. I took the time to look back in our supplies and saw that we only had an apple and a turkey sandwich left. I looked at our group, sluggish and tired, we should have just slept. So we approached the lodge, and then we heard a gunshot.

"Over there!" Skay pointed to a dip in the ground, it would be able to conceal all of us and watch the lodge for any sign of activity. But we were to slow.

"Hey you six! Who the hell are you?" I turned to see a man with dark hair, skinny with a gun pointing at us.

"Put all of your *explicit* hands up right *explicit* now!" The man shouted. We put our hands up, dropping our weapons. Tess sniffled; she wasn't use to this kind of language or behavior. The man pointed the gun at Tess.

"Shut the *explicit* up stupid brat!" This just prompted Tess to pout more. Suddenly William stepped in front of the man, face to face.

"I suggest you stop talking like that too my sister sewer scum-"William was interrupted by a shot, I looked behind the man, where the shot came from. It was a man, white stubble on his chin, a black mustache, black eyes, a brown coat, and his brown hair combed to the sides. He also had an Ak-47 in his hands.

"I'm sorry from interrupting the fun you're having Troy but who are these people?" The man asked and the now identified Troy spoke up.

"No *explicit* clue but this here boy has been giving me some trouble!" The man turned to William.

"Is that so? What is your name boy?" Asked the man, emphasizing boy. William grinded his teeth.

"William." The man smiled. "My name is carver, a pleasure."

"Nice to meet you William. Now if you all follow us-"Carver said before being cut off by Sal.

"No way in hell are we following you thugs anywhere!" The man turned to Sal and scowled, looking at his wounded leg.

"Hm, you're wounded; it looks like someone attempted to patch you up, what a pity. We have no time for the weak." Carver said before lifting his gun at Sal.

"Now I think it would be a very good idea if you would follow us, anyone who decides not to come… well, let's just say they go to their creator. Come along now!" Carver turned and walked away.

Sal balled his fists but the pressure must have gotten to Cristina for she began to run downhill. Carver immediately turned around and fired at Cristina, hitting her in the chest. I ran to Cristina, not even caring if I was shot and bent down to feel her pulse.

Alive, thank god. I turned to Carver.

"What the hell?" Carver pointed the gun at me.

"Now, I advise you leave the girl and come with me, or you'll be going to hell as well." I got up with rage and walked over to Carver. Carver smiled. Of all the things this bastard could do he smiled.

"Good, now follow me, I won't be saying one more time." And so we walked down to the lodge, a smug smile on Troy's face. As soon as we got down to the cottage we could see presumably Carvers thugs pointing guns at several hostages. But one seems to pop out to Sal.

"Lex!" Sal cried, earning all the heads in the lodge turn to look at us. The man turned and looked at Sal, pure joy on his face. Carver looked at Sal and then Lex.

"So, you two know each other? Great, kill the man." Sal looked at Carver in horror as Troy lifted his gun. And then

*Bang*

Sal fell to his knees as he watched Troy poor bullets into Lex's head and chest, killing him. Sal looked at Lex and crawled over to his dead brother.

No…no… this… this… this is all a dream… right?" He looked at me, eyes pouring out tears.

"Drew… this isn't happening, TELL ME THIS *explicit* ISNT HAPPENING DREW!" I looked down. Sal started to cry hard and hugged his brother's corpse. Carver smiled.

"Great job Troy! Now, who wants to be next?" I lifted my head and looked around the room; these were ordinary people being treated like animals. How could anyone support this… this monster?! Carver clapped his hands.

"Great! Now let's all head back to sweat home shall we?" If only we could.

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