Chapter 6:

Michael crawled as fast as he could away from that horrible scene. Once he was far enough away he collapsed onto the ground and started sobbing, reliving that horrible image in his head over and over. Danny, his best friend. Dead. So much blood. SO MUCH BLOOD. It was almost too much to bear. He knew he had to get away. Far away. He stood up, his knees buckling. He managed to steady himself. Then he started running. Running blindly through the darkness. It was now he wished he hadn't dropped the flashlight. The dark was frightening now. Almost disturbing.

Suddenly he tripped over some fallen boxes. He soared through the air and skidded into the wall. He sat up and rubbed his head. He reached for something to help him up, unknowingly grabbing a hand. A human hand. A cold, dead, lifeless human hand. He screamed and jumped backwards. He quickly got to his feet and ran as fast as he could. Right into a pole sticking out of the wall. He bounced back, almost losing his balance. Michael squinted his eyes and tried to see what was in front of him. His eyes widened after finally realizing what was before him. Lil. He screamed a blood-curdling scream. His knees began buckling again. The blood drained from his face. His head was spinning. Finally, he collapsed. It was too much. Too much. He fell on his side and fainted.

"Any sign of the others yet?" Kris asked Matt while shining the light in every which direction, then focusing it on Matt.

"I don't see them. I don't see anything..." Matt sighed.

Kris sighed too. "I wish this damn thing was brighter. You can't see more than 10 feet in front of you!" he hit it against his hand a few times.

"Yeah..." Matt trailed off, not thinking about the flashlight.

"Worried about the others?" Kris asked him. It was as if Kris read his mind.

"Yeah. Do...do you think they're alright? Do you think they're alive?" He asked, pausing after the last part.

"I pray they are. They're all strong. They can make it through this..." he gulped. "I hope. I hope we can to..." They were both silent after that.

"Hey, what's that?" Kris said after about 1o minutes of walking. He shined the flashlight over on the rather large object laying on the ground. He gasped and dropped the flashlight. Danny. "Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God..." he kept repeating over and over to himself. "No, this can't be happening. Please, let it not be so. Let this all be a dream. PLEASE..." All was silent. Matt wasn't saying anything.

"Matt, are you..." Kris turned and shined the flashlight to where Matt was. He was gone. Kris gulped. He got a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. M...Matt?" he studdered. Silence. Complete silence. He gulped again. "Matt? Come on buddy. Answer me. PLEASE." He shined the flashlight all around him. He was about to turn back around when he caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Matt?" He asked nervously, in almost a whisper. He took a step forward. Then another. Then another. He shined the flashlight ahead of him.

Matt was on the ground, his neck snapped. His eyes were rolled back in his head. A knife was through his chest, staining his entire shirt with blood. A big, husky man dressed in all black was standing behind him, his hands covered in blood. He was staring down at Matt. He slowly brought his head up; eyes focusing directly on Kris.

"Hey Adam..." Allison said, turning and looking up at him while they were walking. "Yeah baby?" he asked. Allison bit her lip. "Uh...never mind..." she said, looked away.

"He gave her hand a squeeze. "You can't just say 'Hey Adam' then not tell me anything. Now come on. What's on your mind?" he said, smiling at her. She smiled back somewhat forcefully.

"This probably isn't the best time to talk about it, with all this stuff going on..." she trailed off. Adam turned and grabbed her other hand, looking directly into her eyes. "Come on Allie..."

She turned away from him again. "Come on Adam, you're only making this harder! Just drop it!" She yanked her arms out of Adam's grasp and turned her back to him. Tears started falling down again. If only he'd just understand.

"Allie, don't cry. Can't you just tell me? We've been friends for basically forever. I've never kept a single secret from you. You were the first person on Idol I told about me being gay. I've told you everything. So why can't you just tell me? Stop being so secretive!" Adam said, raising his voice.

"Oh yeah, of course. Blame this on me. Blame it ALL on me! Like you always do!" she shouted back.

"Yeah, like I 'always do.' What about you?! You ever think about what YOU do?!"

More tears started pouring down her face. Just drop it Adam! DROP IT!" she shouted.

"Why can't you tell me?!" he yelled back.

"Because...because I love you!" she screamed. Adam's mouth dropped open. "Allie, I...I'm sorry. I...I just don't feel the same. You're 10 years younger. And, just..."

Allison turned away from him again. "Exactly! That's why I didn't tell you! I can't tell you ANYTHING!" she started backing up.

He grabbed her arm. "Please Allie. Stop! I'm..."

"No. Not this time Adam. Goodbye..." she yanked her arm away and ran. As fast as she could. Into the dark.