'A serial killer is on the loose' are words that a person never wants to hear. It's even worse when said person has to face it, standing on the front line.
Nineteen-year-old Arya Moore, a hodophile who is always up for an adventure has to face the m...
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"IT'S SHOWTIME!" Taylor shouted.
I moved my hand a little to warm up. I'd been tied up for a few hours and my hands were becoming numb. I turned to my right and saw Ethan ready for a fight. Everything was happening so fast, but I was happy that Taylor was just pranking me.
"What are you doing?!" Caia asked her.
"I'm doing the right thing" Taylor answered with a grim tone.
"If you don't help me, fine!" Caia roared "I'll take these noobs down myself"
Her evil grin sent a chill down my spine, but with Taylor on my side, I knew there was nothing to worry about. Soon all her hooded minions gathered around, and they were all armed! Unlike us.
"Take these" Taylor said handing me and Ethan a baseball bat each, while she used her pistol.
The next few minutes were chaotic, I was so scared for my and Ethan's life, praying that none of their bullets hit me, while slowly taking minions down.
I smacked their heads because I knew that would cause the most damage. I tried to get hold of their weapons, but it was pointless because as soon as I hit one minion, another would come at me.
I didn't even have time to turn around and check on Taylor and Ethan for even a second.
"Hiyah" I heard Ethan say.
"Take this!" I said hitting one on the head.
"Ow!"
"Ha!" I said.
Taylor ran out of the room we were in, and we followed her to the main hallway. The minions followed us with their weapons. On the run, I saw that Ethan had a slash on his chest and a bloody gash on his cheek, but he was still fighting!
I ducked under a table and tried to sneak attack, but someone pulled me outside and was going to shoot, but Ethan pushed them aside and took my hand.
"Stay close to me, ok?" He said. I could feel butterflies in my stomach but now wasn't the time for romance.
Taylor was using her gun to scare people away, I liked her all, but why wasn't she killing them? I continued hitting people with my baseball bat, and me and Ethan stacked all our victims up in a big pile, and high fived each other every chance we got.
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