This is it. My life is over. I’m going to die here.. At least, that’s what Cole’s self-critical thoughts were telling him. He was alone, still in the shed where Quinn had left him after he had stopped their hot teenage makeout sesh. He couldn’t explain it, he just..couldn’t do it. Couldn’t bring himself to kiss her back. So she had left, stormed out practically, and Cole had been left in that fuckass shed. Alone. Like usual. Colton Hill had everything. He had money, friends, good grades, good looks. But lately he’d been craving something. Something was missing, and he wasn’t sure what, but he could feel it. He felt it in the ache in his chest, the lump in his throat, the pressure behind his eyes. He had felt it ever since..ever since-

No, don’t think about him. Cole mentally scolds himself, snapping out of his slowly spiraling thoughts. With a low sigh, he shakes his head, stepping towards the shed door to go find Quinn again and apologize. Or maybe just to grab another drink.

That’s when he freezes, frowning, his hand outstretched and reaching for the door. On the other side, he realizes he can hear..screaming? And not your usual drunk squeals or shouts, but actual horrified blood-curdling screams.

What the fuck?? With a hesitant glance around—as if whatever was outside was also somehow in here with him—Cole gingerly pushes open the door to the shed and gazes out on the scene beyond.