Okay, so I'm really cranking out this story! I don't care about reviews, but they are appreciated.
Also, the order as of the beginning of this chapter is:
Wendy
Julie
Kevin
Erin
Chapter Three
The Final Four
A month after Ian's death, Erin was alone and depressed. Of course, she was usually depressed, being a Goth, but being around Ian had made her feel human. Now the one thing that kept her human was gone.
Erin was denial. And she knew it. She liked to blame Wendy and Kevin for his death, since they were present at the scene of the crime. In the back of her mind, though, she knew it wasn't their fault. They had tried to warn them about Death, and they hadn't listened until it was too late.
Then, in early August, Erin got a phone call from Wendy.
"Come over to my house, now," she begged, making it sound urgent. Erin sighed and complied, knowing she wouldn't have gone if Ian was still alive. Kevin and Julie were also there at Wendy's house when Erin arrived.
"What's up?" she asked in a bored tone. Wendy didn't say anything, instead showing her a photo. It was of Wendy herself, posing in front of a window. The way she was positioned it looked as if the corner of the window was lodged in her face.
"It was taken a week ago," she explained in a hushed voice. "I thought all the survivors should get together. I know not much as happened in the past month, but I think Death is back."
Erin wasn't sure whether to believe her. The four of them of all people should know what a photo could mean. She sighed.
"Okay," Erin said. "I'll stay here for awhile." Wendy cracked a smile.
The first half of the day was uneventful. Rain poured outside. Everyone kept to themselves. Julie read a book. Wendy was on her computer. Kevin watched TV. And Erin sat by herself silently, staring out the window and just thinking, thinking about life and death and Ian and Death.
Around lunchtime Wendy stood up.
"Does anybody want something to eat?" she called, walking into the kitchen. Kevin and Julie rattled off their orders, but Erin just shook her head, walking into the kitchen. Kevin walked in, too, and Julie was close behind him.
Wendy popped a few strawberries into the blender for a smoothie and turned it on as she bustled around, making a sandwich. Erin looked over at the blender and noticed that the lid wasn't on all the way.
"Wendy," she began to say, to warn her, but before she could the lid flew off the top of the blender. Strawberries splattered everywhere, and the blender seemed to explode. Erin and Julie ducked to avoid the flying shards of glass, and Kevin grabbed Wendy's shirt, pulling her to the ground with him. A sharp piece of glass slammed into the wall, exactly where Wendy's head had been a minute ago.
The final four lay panting on the floor, pureed strawberry splattered on them. Wendy rolled onto her back and reached up, pulling the plug out of the blender and turning it off. All was silent.
"Who's next?" Julie finally croaked, breaking the silence.
"You, Julie," Wendy replied in a low voice. Julie gulped and looked around.
"I could not be more paranoid right now.
Oh, my! What a close call! Keep reading. In the next chapter, the survivors' ranks shrink to three, and Erin longs for Ian. The survivors learn they have to stick together if they want to remain survivors!! As usual, this brief summary sucks. But…stay tuned!