"Will I ever find this house? I've been driving for hours." It's dark and stormy. Angela is trying to keep her eyes open. She hasn't had a decent sleep in days.While driving along the narrow road, Angela notices a supermarket, and to her surprise, it's open and empty. She climbs out entering the supermarket; there is no cashier either. She walks through the supermarket and gets some soda. When she notices a dead lady wearing a blue jacket in the aisle, she seems to be in her early forties. She hides when she hears the door opening from the back of the supermarket. “Someone just entered here; lock the door. That truck was not there before. Let's split up." Says a male voice."Why must I always get myself in these situations," Angela whispers to herself. She sees the opportunity and slowly walks through the back door, locking it from the outside. The back door leads to a staircase going down.She is out by the stairs and checks the CCTV on the TV. The men r

He walked down the hallway, and everyone was whispering and looking at him, "Jack, are you okay?"  Claire asked.Jack looked at Claire, then smiled, "Yes, I am, are you guys okay?" Claire was wearing her blue wool jersey, which matched her eyes, and light blue denim pants; she was holding her books."About what happened on Saturday, it was just crazy. Had you not been there, I dont know what would have happened."Max came walking down the hallway with two of his friends. He looked at Jack and never greeted him. He never stopped to greet Claire, either."What's up with him?""With who? Max? I am not sure, but ever since that incident, he never contacted me.""Hey guys, what happened Saturday was crazy. Jack took those thugs down. It was like watching a 3D movie right in front of me. Jack, how did you do that? I mean, you were so calm and collected you had saved Max's ass."Melanie, “enough, im sure Jack has things to do. Rig

Angela pulled out her gun, pointing it at it the stranger. The man mockingly looked at her, "I don't think you can shoot anything." Without hesitation, Angela shot the guy in the leg as he dropped to the ground holding his leg."You will pay for this. This is bigger than you think. “Angela looked at him and pressed her thumb into the bullet wound. "you are a joke.""Where is the missing girl?""What missing girl?" Angela pushed her finger more profoundly into the wound as he screamed in pain."Where is the girl?""What bloody girl?" He snapped. Angela felt a breeze on the back of her neck. As she turned around, there was nothing, just darkness and wet ground with a small light.Angela had looked for a rope that's when she noticed what appeared like a barn."What is in there?" The guy stubbornly looked away, curling up his lips. Angela hit the guy in the face with the back of the revolver."Two can play the game."

Jack reached home and found the house a mess. The tables were tilted, and the glass had broken on the ground, “What did they want from my dad.”As he walks to the kitchen, he questions and notices a set of beads on the table.He picked up the beads and stood against the counter, looking out the kitchen window. With everything that was happening, all he could think of was Claire as he grabbed the knife and banged it into the kitchen table. What was the connection between her and Marcus? Why was he so secretive, and who could he trust?The night went by as he tidied up. After cleaning up the downstairs, he locked the burglar bar gate and let the dogs loose in the back to the front of the yard.Exhausted and feeling alone, he sat on the bed, and thats when he remembered his phone on the counter, eighteen missed calls. Checking the call log, it was seventeen from Claire and one from an unknown number. Claire had messaged him a few times, asking wh

There is a knock on the door, Jack is sitting on the sofa, eating a snack, and he turns around to look at the door, removes his gun from his waist, he then switches off the TV, stands up, slowly walks over to the door as he peaks out of the curtain. It's 9 pm. Who could this be at the door in this weather? Whoever is at the door, their back is facing Jack. All he can see is a yellow raincoat. He then wipes the mist off the window and walks to the door looking through the peek hole. It's Claire. He opens the door. She is soaked from the rain, standing there as the water drips on the tiles, "Claire, what are you doing here at this hour?” Her eyes are red. It looked like she had been crying. "Claire, talk to me. Are you okay?" He walks behind her and removes her raincoat. He notices blood dripping from her arm onto the tiles, but Jack can't see any injuries on her. He places his hands on her cheeks, “Claire, talk to me. I am here