Faint

Courtney’s POV:

I cover my mouth with my hand to muffle my shriek. I grab ahold of one of the sturdy looking pans and precariously hold it inn front of my body as some sort of protection, even though I know it is no match for a gun.

I listen for any signs of life: footsteps, voices, breathing, even cries. Anything to let me know that I’m not in this alone. I wait a few minutes, steadying my racing heart and evening out my breaths, before I venture out into the unknown. There are no other sounds, apart from my hazardous breathing, so I open the cupboard door just a crack, well aware that this could just be a trap. I make a quick scan of the kitchen and my eyes find no movement. I’m alone.

I close the door again and brace myself for what is to come. The police should be here soon, hell, maybe they’re already here. If I can just get to the back exit, then maybe I can intercept them and tell them my story, and they’ll just have to believe me.

I take a deep breath, knowing that it could potentially be my last, and I exit the cupboard, staying in a low crouched position. Luckily, the exit is very close to my hiding place, however I am certain it will make some sort of noise, which could blow my hiding. But it’s the only chance that I’ve got.

I wield the knife function of the Swiss army knife, and hesitantly crawl towards the exit, adrenaline pumping through my veins and willing me to go further. I stand and slowly push the door open, letting a gust of wind blow through the kitchen, rattling some of the pans. I tense my body, before leaping from the diner’s kitchen, my eyes darting to the black vans lined up at the front.

They’re still here. But it looks as if there is no one guarding the vehicles; maybe I could hot-wire a car? No, that would take too much time and make more noise.

It doesn’t look like there are nay police cars in the area, which concerns me. Kelly did call them, I heard her talking to them on the phone, hell I watched her as she dialled ‘911’. So where could they be? No way could a bunch of crazy people intercept them, and stop them.

I scan the horizon, looking for any buildings or highways. There are none.

I know what I need to do, I need to go back inside, and either wait for the police or steal a cellphone. Option one would drive me crazy waiting, and option two seems two dangerous, but it’s all I’ve got.

I take a deep breath, and will myself back into the diner’s abandoned kitchens. I sneak towards the small door leading to the main area of the diner, and close my eyes, preparing for whatever hell may be on the other side.
I open the door just a crack, and my eyes widen at the scene before me. Five men dressed immaculately in black clothing, all armed with rifles, are standing in the middle, conversing silently amongst themselves. Around them, sitting in a pool of blood, is Kelly, her clothing ripped off of her body and slits up and down her torso. The kind elderly couple is nowhere to be seen, except that the booth that they were seated in is covered in blood. The kitchen cook is gone as well, most likely run off after hearing Kelly’s earsplitting scream.

I quickly close the door and lean against it, my heart racing. These guys aren’t just hunting me down; they’re in for the kill, trained to slaughter anyone who comes in their way. And offer a fate worse than death to beautiful girls like Kelly.

I push down the nausea rising in my stomach and open the door a crack again, my eyes looking for one object in particular. And then I spot it, lying isolated on the sleek counter, Kelly’s cellphone.

I need to get it, to formulate a plan to find it. I could maybe create a diversion, but at the same time, I could be risking my life. It doesn’t matter, I realize, we have to die eventually, and I could potentially succeed.

I slink back into the kitchens and grab armloads of culinary items such as pots and pans, anything that will make lots of noise. I then proceed to open the back door and messily toss them directly into a long row of metallic garbage cans, wincing slightly at the loud clang they make. Then I creep back into the kitchen and press my ear against the door, listening to them.

They’ve noticed, and have all gone to check, except for one guard. Better than nothing.

I take a deep breath and grab another heavy looking pan, creeping out of the kitchens as silent as I can. The guy doesn’t seem to notice me, and is too intrigued by his cellphone and Kelly’s disembarked body to notice anything suspicious.

I raise the pan and hit him in the kneecaps, looking away at the loud snap it makes as he falls to the floor. I take this as my opportunity to whack him on the forehead with the pan, hoping I have not severely hurt him. I grab his phone and Kelly’s, rushing back into the kitchens.

Just when I think I have claimed victory and my freedom, I come face to face with the bastards dressed in black, and I remember that they are trained to kill.

Notes

thanku so much for 40 votes!! See, I knew you guys could do it!!

I'm in love with this update tbh, I felt like an actual professional writer when I made this, and I tried to make it as 'realistic' as possible. Like, if you were in Courtney's situation, what would you do?? comment how you would feel if you were in the diner!

If it were me, I would probably react similarly to Court. Grab a heavy pan for defence along with the pocket knife. Poor Kelly though, we didn't know her long but she was really sweet

have a happy Saturday!