In an anticlimactic turn of events, the group of six make it to the front door of the mansion, Mike's skepticism landing as a voice of reason. "Anyone else think that was a little too easy?"

"We came out of that room as a group versus one. Maybe the killer wants us to split up," Karrina suggests, hesitant to stick to their plan.

"She's right." Jessica agrees with the young lawyer's assessment. "Whoever is doing this has a point to make. It's a game to them. But they're obviously not stupid."

Harvey frowns. "What are you saying? We shouldn't split up?"

"I'm saying we be smarter than the asshole with a vendetta."

"We don't go looking for help," Donna adds, backing up Jessica's plan."Rachel, Mike and Jessica cover enough ground to make the killer think that's the plan, then they circle the element of surprise around."

"Our safety is in numbers," Jessica agrees, nodding at the door. "Ross, you're first."

"What? Why me?" he squeaks.

Harvey clocks Jessica's reason, filling Mike in. "Because you're the least morally corrupt out of all of us. According to the rules, you're the final girl."

"Ah, excuse me." Rachel lifts her hand in protest. "Shouldn't I be the final girl? I've never done any shady shit that could put me in prison."

"Logan Sanders," Donna coughs, flinching when Rachel glares at her. If the killer's motivation is adultery, you'd be next on the list."

Harvey catches Donna's pointed gaze, her insinuation loud and clear. "You think I could be the killer?

She shrugs. "Everyone who's dead so far has had an affair or cheated. That's your MO."

"What about Alex?" he fires back.

"Alex was standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. "

"And how do you know that?"

"Enough!" Jessics snaps, trying to spare everyone from more of Harvey and Donna's unresolved sexual tension. Deciding there's no reason she shouldn't be in the running for Final Girl, she uses a haphazardous hand to swing the door open. Daylight streams in, Harvey immediately tugging Donna behind him in the face of impending danger, and Jessica rolls her eyes. "Let's—"

A whiz flies past her ears, followed by a sharp yelp, and she spins to where a dart is lodged in Katrina's shoulder.

"Mother of… Pearl!"

The blonde collapses into Mike's arms, and his eyes go wide as he lowers her to the ground.

"Door," she gasps. "Go."

"Close the goddamn thing!" Harvey shouts, fighting to keep Donna from rushing forward.

"No. We stick to the plan! " Jessica hauls Mike up from the ground. It's too late to help Katrina, but the killer won't be expecting them to run toward the attack. By her logic, if she, Mike and Rachel go now, at least two of them will make it.

The three of them bolt, Mike gripping Rachel's hand as he chases Jessica, who races with ridiculous speed ahead of them, her heels navigating the wild terrain like a knife slicing through butter.

He and Rachel don't stand a chance of catching up, panic making him—

SLICE

Rachel screams, and he covers her mouth as he drags them into a bush of shrubbery, watching in terror as Jessica's head slides from her body, the wire that decapitated her dripping with blood.

His heart hammers wildly in his chest as he surveys the still grounds. With Katrina presumably dead, and Jessica joining the growing list of bodies, that means there's only four of them left.

Himself, Rachel, Donna and Harvey.

None of them could have fired the dart, but no one has been outside since yesterday afternoon, and someone has obviously rigged the area like they did the drawing room.

He can't help the thought that crosses his mind—could one of them really be the killer?

Tbc…