The people who were following Mr. Williams stop in their tracks when they see him collapse. They make a failed attempt to run back to the house. I watch as they take their last breath. The smell of smoke and the sound of gunshots fill the air. Still watching, I see a guy pick up Mr. Williams effortlessly. I, along with the people surrounding me, back up from the door. He walks inside and slams Mr. Williams to the ground. I peek over some people and breathe a sigh of relief. He is still alive and that's all that matters. Otherwise, he would have left him outside along with the other bodies.
"Ida, come with me." He points to me. I shake my head.
"N-No! I don't want to die please!"
The guy rolls his eyes, "If you come with me, you have a chance of living." I don't move. He walks over to me, grabbing my arm forcefully.
"I said let's go." His tone is dark and aggressive. He drags me out to the car and throws me into the back. I make an attempt to get out, but the child locks are on.
"Wh-Where are you-"
"Don't ask questions, sit back there, and be quiet like a good girl." I stop talking. I look down and realize that I'm shaking. The tears start to roll down my cheeks. My eyes look up, meeting the guy driving the car. Immediately, I wipe the tears from my face.
He stops the car at an apartment complex parking lot. He gets out and opens my door. I step out of the car and he hits me on the cheek with the butt of his gun. I burst into tears.
"Put on a good show for me will ya?" He kicks my shin and I fall to the ground, clutching it.
"Now." He crouches down to my level. "Here's the key, you're going to unlock the front door. After you do that, go to apartment 5G, got it? I want you to pound on the door, and tell the girl who answers it that if she doesn't help you and your friends back at the house, you're all going to die. Do I make myself clear?" I don't answer. He slaps me hard across the face. I cry some more.
"But what if-"
"She will." He cuts me off. "Now go."
I rush to my feet, limping to the door. My cheek is bleeding, I can feel it dripping. I rush to the room as fast as my new leg injury will allow. As soon as I get to the room, I waste no time pounding on the door.
"Please help me! Please help!" I yell.
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