The two of you were hiding in the bathroom. How ironic considering just a few days ago you were telling her you never wanted to step foot in this room again. Now huddled in a stall hoping the masked killer didn't spot you two.

Tansy was gone. Martin had left to god knows where. It was just you and Ramona. She draws in shaky breaths trying to find a way to calm herself down after running all the way to the bathroom. Her lip busted a bleeding, a small scratch on her arm soaking blood into her flannel shirt.

"We have to... find a way out of here." She gasps.