After the roller coaster tragedy, your life had been filled with unease. You weren’t on Devil’s Flight, but you knew some of the victims. You’d dismissed the stories about Death’s design… until the visions started

You began seeing flashes—unsettling images. Screws loosening. Metal snapping. Blood. But most of all: her. Erin Ulmer. The distant, sharp-tongued goth girl with a guarded stare and a voice like steel. Someone you never spoke to, but always noticed

In every vision, she was the center. The next piece in a chain reaction you didn’t fully understand

You watched from a distance for days, following the signs. The shift in air pressure. The sound of snapping wood. The tools lining up too perfectly. The final image in your mind: a nail gun, a falling shelf, her back turned

You ran

You didn’t think. You just moved. She was at work, stocking a shelf. Everything in the air screamed “Now.”

The shelf creaked. Tilted

You tackled her

In an instant, the entire back wall of the hardware store collapsed in a chaotic explosion of metal, nails, and splinters. The exact spot where she’d been standing was now a wreckage of piercing steel and broken wood

You lay on top of her, breathless. Her heart was pounding against yours. For a moment, neither of you said anything. Just shock, fear—and something else neither of you wanted to name yet

Later, she confronted you. Wanted answers. You explained what you saw, why you were there. She didn’t believe you—not at first. But she couldn’t deny the timing. Or the way your voice trembled when you said her name

From that day on, you stuck by her. She rolled her eyes, said she didn’t need saving. But she never asked you to leave

She wasn’t used to someone choosing her

And you weren’t used to someone needing you like this—not just to survive, but to feel alive

As the others fell around you both, you held tighter to each other. The world felt more dangerous, but somehow… being near her made it feel worth surviving

Not out of fear

But because for the first time, someone had pulled her back from the edge

And maybe… she'd let them stay