The order:

Kevin

Erin

Wendy

Chapter Five

Photograph

"I know what we can do," Erin proposed a few weeks after Julie's death. By now, they all should have started college, but the surviving three were much too shaken by Julie's death, especially Kevin, who was next in line. Instead they remained in McKinley, and now they were brainstorming ideas to beat Death at its own game once and for all.

"What?" Wendy asked. They were all in her room. Erin sat up from her position on Wendy's bed.

"We take photographs of each other," Erin explained in a rush, proud of her idea. "They'll tell our death, right? Now we'll know what to look out for!" Wendy and Kevin exchanged glances. Erin's face fell. She was sure they would love the idea.

"Well," Kevin began slowly. "It's a good idea, sure, but I don't know if we're ready for that. I mean, to know, know how it will end."

"But if we know then we'll know what to expect so we can beat it!" Erin protested. "It's a good idea!"

"Oh, just forget it!" Wendy wailed from her desk. "Death won't stop until we're all dead!"

"Can't we at least try?" Erin cried, a tear slipping down her cheek. A sob escaped her lips. "We have to try to survive, for Ian's sake!" Wendy and Kevin looked at her. She hadn't meant to say that. "For – for Julie's sake! And Carrie and Jason's! And everyone's!"

Erin put her face into her hands and started to cry. She heard Kevin take a deep breath and looked up.

"Okay," he said. "We'll try."

Wendy charged up her digital camera. All three of them waited nervously until the battery was fully charged.

"Me first," Erin decided, standing up. She stood in Wendy's bedroom, stony-faced with her hands shoved deep into her pockets. Wendy snapped the picture, her hands shaking so much she could barely press the button.

It was Kevin's turn next. Erin decided to do it. Kevin stood in front of the window in Wendy's bedroom, and Erin took the picture.

Next was Wendy. She was easily the most nervous out of all three. Her body was shaking, and a few tears slid down her face.

"Let's – let's do it somewhere else," she decided quickly just before Kevin took the picture. "I don't want to do it in my bedroom." They went around in all different rooms of the house, but Wendy couldn't decide where she wanted to do it. Finally she stood in the garage, standing in front of an ancient dusty water gun on the wall. Kevin took the picture. Then they returned to Wendy's room to print them out.

"Here's mine," Erin said, grabbing her photograph. It showed her standing in Wendy's room, sullen-faced. Wendy had taken it sitting down, and it appeared as if the ceiling fan was lodged in Erin's head.

"Isn't that what Frankie's photo was like?" Erin gulped. But she had to stay strong. It had, after all, been her idea to do this in the first place.

Next was Kevin's. He was standing in front of the window, and outside the window behind him was an airplane in the sky, although in the picture it looked like it was heading for Kevin's head. When Kevin saw the photo he broke out in a sweat and reached for Wendy's photo.

Wendy let out a sob when she saw it. The old water gun hanging on the wall behind her was pointing directly at Wendy's head.

Ooh, dun, dun, duh!! Probably the most exciting chapter yet, and it just keeps getting better. What do the pictures mean? Read on to find out!