-What did he say?
-He invited me to a getaway with him.
-Really? It's awesome.
-I know! I am so happy.
-You love him?
-I would choose to ignore that question.

Amy sat on the floor staring at the  wall. Thinking about  the day before they were to leave for Sid's father farmhouse. She remembered the talk she had with Nancy when she was invited by Steve.

Amy's eyes were red. She didn't know what to do. She was helpless and tired. She wanted to run away but she couldn’t. So many people died, so many, she just couldn't run away and let Wilson win.

She got up. And looked around. She wanted something. Something that would make her feel safe.

Amy, look! She kept telling herself. Just look for anything that you can use as a weapon.

There was nothing. Not a single thing. She looked around at the table when one carboard box fell down. There were phones. All kinds of.

That's what Kiara was talking about. She checked to see if any one worked. Maybe there's a satellite phone. There was none.

She paced back and forth of the room. I think I should make a run for my life. If I just get the eff out of the door and run out. I could survive. Then I would come here with police and choppers.

The plan was perfect. Now she knew it was risky but she had to try. She took out a notebook from Cassie's bag and scribbled something on it.

If I die trying. I want people to find this. Amy wiped away the tears from her face and opened the door.

Without seeing anywhere, she ran. Ran for her life. She frantically ran down the stairs and reached the main door. She was about to crawl out of the door when she remembered something. A small thing that she and Nancy used to say when they were small.

No matter where we go.
No matter how we are.
We will always protect each other.
No matter what.

Amy moved away from the door. She backed away. I couldn't protect Nancy nor I could protect Steve. Now I was gonna run away!

Amy looked around the hall, the hall was deserted. She saw Nancy's bag at the counter. She made a run for it. But before she could reach it, Wilson ran inside the hall and caught Amy's hair and banged her on the floor.

Yelping with pain, Amy started to get up. Wilson moved towards her with a knife. She backed away. "You fųcking psychopath!", Amy screamed and with all her might jumped on Wilson. Wilson raised the knife as he fell down. Unluckily, the knife swiftly scratched Amy's stomach. Her stomach started to bleed.

Amy checked her stomach, it wasn't a deep cut. She looked down at the floor, and only the knife was there. Wilson was gone.

Suddenly a hand came from behind her and closed her mouth and nose. Amy vigorously tried to free the hand from her face but it was a strong grip. Amy was about to run out of air.

Amy stretched her hand. As far as she could. Her tip of the finger could touch the knife. She tried again and this time, the knife moved a little. She slowly pulled the knife towards her and jabbed it right through Wilson's arm.