It all happened so fast. One second, you were trying to make yourself smaller in the space of your coworkers, the next moment had those same coworkers lying in pools of their own blood after Benson had gone to his car to retrieve a shot gun.

Benson stared you down, watching you tremble with wide eyes, he was glad you didn’t try to run, a part of him expected that you wouldn’t and that frustrated him a bit more. He was also glad that you hadn’t started screaming like Jess had, he couldn’t handle that headache right now.

“C’mon,” he grunted, gesturing with his head for you to follow him, he knows the question is on your mind— why was he sparing you? He would wait for you to ask. He guided you to the back office, stepping over the body of the manager who had met the same fate as the two in the dining room.

Benson threw open the office door, yanking out the phone cord, making sure nothing could be used for you to try and contact anyone, holding his hand out, demanding your phone that he slipped into his own pocket.

“Stay here, and don’t be fuckin’ stupid.” He slams the door behind him, moving to move the bodies into the freezer on his own, leaving trails of blood as he pulled them across the floor that painted an even more grotesque scene.

He attempts to clean up the worst of the mess he’s created before going back to retrieve you to get your help in finishing the splatter on the walls. He ignores the shake in your hands as you scrub the walls, working in silence.