Page 117 of Camera Stays On

“Can’t we just wait until Bea comes back?” She widened her eyes and stared up at me, pleading for me to tell her yes.

I frowned. It wasn’t like I wanted more people dead either. I’d done enough damage, even before this. Killing Ray had been...

Necessary.

Life changing.

Not scary.

Not once since the day I’d done it had I thought I’d be caught. I wasn’t scared, nor did I care what Sawyer thought of me. I didn’t care that he’d taken credit in front of Andi either. I didn’t need it. She was safe, and I could sleep at night. And despite our best efforts, I had a feeling that once again I’d have to take on that role. If we wanted to survive to see another sun, Mick, Juliet, and Sawyer might have to die.

“We can try, but with her injured leg, I think it’s a stretch to assume they won’t come for us before help comes. And we can’t stay here. Sawyer will find his way in eventually, and there’s no food here,” I said, opening the fridge to confirm. Opening a closet door, I paused as my eyes landed on another television screen Sawyer had hidden.

This was where his fucking budget had gone. A million cameras and screens everywhere.

“What’s that?” Andi asked, coming over.

“The live feed—look, there’s Juliet.” I pointed. Juliet stood in the kitchen, holding something in both hands. It looked like a broom.

“What is she doing?” Andi asked as Juliet swung the broom at the wall.

“Trying to break it,” I said. We watched as Juliet swung away—one, two, three times—and the wood finally splintered, the bristled half falling to the floor. She straightened her posture and left the kitchen briskly. My stomach twisted, knowing just how dangerous that could be.

“Hopefully, she finds Mick first,” I muttered.

“Why Mick?”

“He killed Darius. Come on, let’s find something to protect ourselves, and then go up there. We can’t stay here forever.” We started rummaging. I found another handgun, but it was empty. I slid it under my shirt and tucked it into my pants anyway, just so he wouldn’t have the opportunity to retrieve and load it later.

“There’s no knives,” Andi said, pulling open drawers. That came as no surprise to me. Sawyer’s sanity was gone in many ways, but he was still intelligent.

He knew if he trapped Andi down here alone, she’d fight back.

“We’ll have to take a page out of Juliet’s book and get creative.” I sighed, looking around, then my eyebrows lifted as I stormed over and lifted the small fire extinguisher off the wall. It was covered in a layer of dust, but despite sitting in darkness for thirty years, it was still bright red. Brushing off the dust, I raised it up to show her. “See? It probably won’t spray, but you can swing it.” I did so, and her eyes lit up.

“Okay, hmm.” We continued to look around, and I walked into the bathroom and paused.

“Here we go.” I set the extinguisher on the top of the toilet tank and reached for the towel rack. Tossing the hand towel, I gripped the rack and tugged. With a loud groan and creak, the metal bar broke away from its holders. I raised it triumphantly. I turned toward the door and jumped when I saw Andi in the doorway, grinning ear to ear. I handed her the metal bar, jagged edges on both ends, and took my fire extinguisher.

“Let’s fucking go.”

Chapter 54

Andi

“WAIT, WHAT IS she doing?” I grabbed Asher’s arm and paused in front of the screen one last time before we headed out. Juliet was in the kitchen again, stuffing the broken broomstick down the sink.

“I don’t know.” Asher leaned in, trying to figure it out. Leaving it standing upright, Juliet went to the other end of the counter space and flicked on a light switch. The broom came to life, spinning wildly in place before splintered wood started flying everywhere.

The disposal.

She flicked it off a moment later and went to it, tugging it out. She examined it, and I inhaled deeply. It was more jagged and sharp now. She was fully preparing for a fight.

“You have to be careful,” Ash warned as we pulled ourselves from the screens and started out of the bunker, taking the winding tunnel that eventually led to the basement. I shivered at the scare props still covered in their ominous white sheets. If we survived, what were his plans? How could he still want to do a haunted house attraction after all of this? A small pit of sadness overtook my fear briefly, knowing that all of Asher’s dreams for this place were null and void now. There was no way he’d be able to make this a haunt. Even if he survived, the police probably wouldn’t let him.

Asher took my arm and led me through the creepy monstrosities, toward the stairs. “She’s going to be ready for a fight.”

But why? I still didn’t understand. We could fight together. If all four of us grouped up, we could stop Sawyer. Well, maybe not. I shuddered, remembering Gavin’s fate. Sawyer had moved so fast, nobody had time to react and stop him then. It wasn’t as easy as just having the numbers.