Julio takes off his bloodstained jacket, and throws it into the razor-wire.
Angela looks at Diana. "I'm sorry about hitting you with that lamp, dumbass."
"Stupidass. It's alright."
"Come on. Let's go to the next room," said Julio.
They walk through the door and close it; the door locks. The room is empty and a new door is across the room.
"I see no traps and no TV's," said Julio. "This might be a safe room."
"Probably," said Angela.
She walks ahead of the group, but steps across a tripwire string.
She looks up and sees four shotguns. "Shit!"
They fire at the same time, killing her. Blood splatters all over the floor.
"Oh shit," Julio yelled as he ran up to her body. "Angela!"
"Oh my god," Diana yelled.
"We made it this far, don't be scared anymore."
"But--
"No 'buts'! Dominique, JB, and Destiny are dead. Now, Angela is dead. They're the ones who wanted to keep on going while you should've been in all those fucking traps dying! I love you, but we have to win this for them."
Julio walks to the door and opens it; Diana follows him. In front of them is a small room, and ladder in the center.
Diana looks at Julio. "Should we climb up it?"
He walks up to the ladder and holds onto one of the steps. "It looks safe. It looks like it's leading to the attic."
He climbs the ladder while Diana follows him up; he punches the attic door open and enters.
"What is it," Diana asked.
Julio looks down at her. "It's an attic. Give me your hand."
She holds her hand out; Julio grabs hold of it and pulls her up.
"Are you okay," he asked.
"Yeah."
Julio closes the attic door; the entire attic goes dark.
"Shit," said Julio. "It's cold up here. It was so hot down there, but it's so cold."
Diana crawls away from him. She reaches into a duffel bag, and pulls out a syringe.
"Diana," Julio asked. "Where are you?"
She crawls slowly behind him, and stabs the syringe into the back of his neck, making him pass out.
"Don't worry, Julio. We all want answers."