Sitting in a quiet room Roy tried to get out of his restraints. He grabbed a key from his pocket and started to cut the rope. Once he was free he tiptoed out of the room. The strong scent of alcohol and blood almost made him throw up. He looked into a small room and noticed a door. But his victory was short lived. A blond haired man wearing a red flannel was sleeping on a couch on the far side of the room. Around him were several beer bottles. Roy walked slowly towards the door relief flooding through him. Trying not to hold his breath so that he wouldn't be breathing heavily Roy reached the door. BANG the sound of a gunshot rang through his skull. He fell backwards and saw that if the gun had been aimed just a bit lower he would be dead. "Shit!" The man was awake but holding his head and cursing repeatedly. Roy took the opportunity to run like hell. Running through the underbrush and jumping over fallen trees he tried to pace himself. Soon Roy had to stop because of exhaustion. He put a hand on his left shoulder and immediately drew it back. Blood covered it. He hadn't noticed that the wound the Italian had given him.
Desperate to find help he keep running.
Roy soon made it to a small town, and he ran for the police station. After practically running through the doors he walked up to the desk. The woman smiled at him. "I-I t-t um ah." Trying to catch his breath he coughed out the word murder. "What sir did you say murder!?" "Y-yes, Camp Cassia. I called you a few hours ago." "I'm sorry sir but we didn't receive any call." "What?" "Who was killed?" "A few kids and counselors." "Thank you." She made a phone call then told him to sit in the waiting area. After about fifteen minutes he spoke up. "I'm sorry I don't mean to be a bother but what is your name?" "Oh it's Erzsebet." She smiled and looked as if she was hiding something. Her pink eyes looked as if she was staring into his soul. "Where is the bathroom?" "First hallway to the right." "Thank you." He started to walk down the hallway, and saw the bathroom but he keep walking. Muffled moans soon became audible. Roy looked in a room and there were about ten officers lying on a bloodstained ground. Some were moving still fighting off death and others were not moving at all. Roy walked to the end of the hallway then looked at the women. There was no way she could follow him. As soon as she looked at the computer screen he sprinted for the door. He opened it but his way was blocked by the same Italian. "You really didn't think we would let the story get out." A small looking girl walked in and he know her. "Paula you are with them." Her brown hair falling over her shoulders perfectly and made her look innocent. "My brother Luciano said I could be one of them if I killed someone. Nothing personal it's just business." Paula aimed a gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Roy fell onto his knees eyes full of terror.
"Let's get out of here before someone sees." Erzsebet said while gathering her stuff and walking out from the desk. "OK, let's go." Said Paula.
I will be publishing one on Oliver(2p England) soon. Tell me if the ending felt rushed, if it was weak of just good.