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hours of lounging around at the beach, they headed back to their room. Emily felt great, it was exactly the unwind she needed. While deciding what they were going to do for the evening, there was a knock on the door.
    “I got it ,” Rachel said and moved down the small hall.
    Emily was just about to take off her shorts when a loud crack scared her . She turned but another crack pierced her ears, followed by another and another. Exactly what was happening didn’t register. It didn’t make sense. Screams of terror and a blur of bodies flying took over.
    She saw Rachel crumpled on the ground, she watched Katie fall and Tyler drop after the shots hit her. Emily didn’t know where to run.
    Ren ran at her , staggering from the impact, but managed to tackle Emily to the floor between the beds.
    Finally the silence came. Emily could only hear her own frantic breathing. Ren was lying lifeless on top of her.
    “Ren, Renner, hey.” She pushed herself up and a man in a mask was standing over her with a gun. She tried to get up , but he went at her, not with the gun but with a red rag. He forced it over her face.
    Emily struggled to break free of his grasp , but he was too strong. She held her breath, trying desperately not to breathe in whatever he wanted her to breathe, but after a few seconds she couldn’t fight the urge to suck air into her lungs, and when she did, it was horrible acidy air. A few seconds later, she was out.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    Emily ’s vision swam into focus but the darkness was thick. Her head was foggy and thumping slightly. Stiff fingers touched the softness of a mattress and she gingerly pushed herself up. With considerable effort, she rolled her legs off the bed, searching for the floor. Attempting to stand, she quickly realized her right hand was shackled to the bed.
    A deep breath ushered in some dewy air. It was warm but not hot. After a hard swallow and a clear of her throat, she tried to yell. “Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Someone help me!” The taste in her mouth was vile.
    Her eyes were acclimating to the darkness and a room started to become clear. To her right stood a small nightstand with a wooden lamp. She reached over and flicked on the light, but it didn’t illuminate. “Hello!” There was nothing else in the room that she could see other than a cushioned chair across from the bed under a small window.
    Yanking on the cuff around her wrist proved painful. It was digging into the back of her hand. “Help me! Someone, is anyone out there?” She could see out the window, but there was no real light. A faint glow off in the distance flickered through some trees. It was clear she was no longer near the bright lights of Virginia Beach.
    She screamed as loud as she could until her throat became sore and dry. It was clear no one was coming. A feeling of complete doom started to chill her. Tears felt like they wanted to come through, but for some reason didn’t. It didn’t seem real. Her friends were all dead. Memories of Ren’s lifeless body made her want to puke. It was all so vivid now. She was going to be sick.
    Emily leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited. There wasn’t much in her stomach, but something came out. Her throat, raw from screaming, now burned with acid. She wanted to punch something, break something, cry so hard, but only soft weepy tears escaped. This was a profound sadness unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
    It all happened so fast, it was hard to remember any details other than the horrible noises and the sickening results. She tried to piece together how many men there were, if there were more than one. There were several gunshots, but the chaos that ensued seemed to be over in just a few seconds.
    After a while , it surprised her how quickly the sadness was starting to fade into something different. It wasn’t exactly anger, but there was a feeling building inside her that wanted to lash out at someone. Frustration was a