"We don't know how long these ammo can hold for us, but one thing we do know is that they'll be effective against the zombies! Everyone, get yourselves a weapon!" Brandon instructs the crowd.
"Where are you?" Samantha continues searching aimlessly in the gun shop while the rest were arming themselves with firearm. Her face was still covered in the zombie's blood, there was some people involuntarily avoiding her due to the disgusting appearance.
"Samantha!" Flynn came with two pistols, "What are you doing? We gotta arm ourselves, that door can come down at any moment!"
"Where are you?"
"Do you just want to thank him? You can't thank him if you're dead, take this." Flynn offered a pistol, but was coldly ignored by Samantha.
"Where...where are you..."
Flynn senses something more than just overwhelming gratitude, she wanted to find him for a bigger reason. Nonetheless, her life matters more right now.
"I'll find him with you later, can you please take this gun for now, I already loaded it."
"What's that door..." Samantha muttered underneath her breath and started walking towards the door at the back of the gun shop, it was the door to the restroom.
Flynn sighed, but he followed right behind her anyways.
"Are you sure? It sounds like you..."
"It's not me." Liam stared intensely at Lydia having a panic attack in the corner, contemplating with his current dilemma.
"Caitlyn."
"Yes?" Caitlyn was flushing, Liam almost never called her name before, let alone call for her in general.
"Do you love me?"
Caitlyn's face grew even more red. Liam's voice was soft enough to be not detected by Lydia, so Lydia was still panicking on the floor in a corner.
"Wh-what?"
Liam didn't ask the question again, he simply stared into her eyes with the same usual apathetic gaze. Caitlyn on the other hand was completely embarassed, she was using the shotgun she took before as a self defense measure to block her face and hide the embarrassment.
"That's... that's a bit too sudden..."
Liam still doesn't say anything, just waiting patiently for a response from Caitlyn.
"Liam I...I do love you..."
"What will you do for me, Caitlyn?" Liam took a step forward, casting his shadow onto Caitlyn.
"Huh...huh?"
"Do you trust me? No matter what I do?"
"O-o-of course! Of course I do."
"What if I'm a killer, will you still feel the same way."
"Huh?" Caitlyn was truly shocked by that question, for a moment she had fear in her eyes, but it soon get overshadowed by admiration and adoration, "I...I...probably..."
Nonetheless, it's a tough question.
"If I tell you, I'm killing for a good reason, will you believe me?"
"If...if it's for a good reason then...I guess I will."
"And what if I kill in front of you right now?" Liam asked these questions casually, with his default face.
Whereas each of these questions hits Caitlyn like a truck, especially the latest one. She took a quick look around, the only potential victim Liam could be referring to is Lydia...
A dear friend of hers, although it's one sided, Caitlyn herself doesn't realise that. She was showing doubts, and Liam knew he had to do something about it.
"Huh?"
Liam clasped her hand, in a soft and gentle way, she could feel his warmth radiating through her palms and even up until her wrist. It was something out of her dreams, yet occuring after a nightmarish question.
"Why Lydia?"
"Do you not trust me?"
There wasn't any emotions in Liam's eyes, it was just his default apathetic stare, but that's what Caitlyn fell in love with, and those stares were capturing her heart at this exact moment, "I do trust you..."
"Can I borrow that pair of scissors you found earlier?"
He was serious, Caitlyn had thought he might've been serious, but now that it's confirmed, Caitlyn starts doubting yet again.
"...um..." She looked down while contemplating.
Liam leaned even closer, clasped her hand even tighter, his face was inches away from hers. When she lift her head up and stared into his eyes, it changed, the eyes were different.
There were tears drop falling from it.
"It's real...I'm gonna die..." Lydia at the corner was muttering to herself with her fingers laced between her hair.
A shadow casted over her abruptly, snapping her back into reality. When she lifts her head however, it was only more terrifying of a scene.
"Liam?" She asked with her trembling voice, "What are you doing?"
Liam was standing right in front of her with scissors in his hand, judging by his stance and his grip strength on the scissors, he came with malicious intents.
"We're sorry Lydia..." That came from Caitlyn, Lydia watched in shock as Caitlyn turns her back on her.
"Wait, WAIT!"
Liam had already gotten control of her arms, grabbing her wrists with his superior strength. Lydia struggles desperately by kicking Liam's legs repeatedly, but all was inconsequential.
"NO!" Liam's palm reached her face, lifting it up and revealing the throat, making way for an easy fatal blow.
"PLEASE! NOOOOOO!"Liam didn't say a word, nor show any signs of remorse in his eyes, he placed the scissors on Lydia's throat and slits it open without hesitation.
It was the convenient spot for Liam to carry out this mission of his, until the door creaked.
On the other side of the door for both of them is a familiar face. For so many years they've been searching for eachother, yet at this very moment, they both wish that door was locked.
For so many years he's been longing for the look on her mature face, but now she was the person he had least hope to see.
For so many years she's been wishing for a long ovedue reunion with him, but now he is not the person she wanted to find anymore.
She had blood on her face, he had blood on his hands.
Time froze, the game's over. Their vision blurs as they slowly collapse onto the floor, the night has ended.
Time froze on the other side of the game too, the tentacle were inches away from stabbing straight into Jason's eyes before it stopped. There was no other survivors on the ship, it was only Jason, who fell asleep just like every other player soon enough.
A huge beam of light was shone onto the unconscious Jason, it was the helicopter again, with the same man in the same formal suit observing the scene.
"This could use more work." He commented.