While Johnny seems okay, you don't know him and you're not in the mood to make new acquaintances, so to prevent the risk of him suddenly becoming more talkative to you, you pass Johnny and head upstairs to help Julie.

"Hey! Not cool Julie, we were asleep!" you hear a voice say.
"Yeah and nobody has sex in MY bed unless I'm actually in it!" Julie says.
"Well, you can still join us like last time…" another voice says.
"Get out!"

This order is followed by the sounds of something falling on the floor, and then followed by some complaints.

Soon you see a disheveled man and woman both putting some clothes on as they exit the room. They walk past you, grumbling the whole time about Julie not being cool about the situation.

As they walk out the front door, they end up waking up another guest who was sleeping in one of the chairs downstairs. He looks at his watch and exclaims "Shit!" and rushes out the door as well. Johnny briefly looks at them and then looks up at you with a faint smile and continues to quietly clean up.

You enter Julie's room and see her stripping the bed.

"Well, could've been worse I suppose. I thought you were cleaning up downstairs." Julie asks.
"I figured I'd help you up here." You answer.
"Oh, well thanks."
"Plus, I dunno, but that Johnny guy is sort of weird."
"Heh, yeah, but no weirder than some of the other people we've both known."
"I suppose, but there's something about him…I can't place my finger on it. I'm just not getting the best of vibes from him."
"Well he did say he didn't get out much. Maybe he's just awkward around people. I think you know a little about that." Julie says smirking.
"Heh, very funny. So did you want me to get started on the other rooms?"
"Yeah just pick up any trash you might find and throw that away in a trash bag. There should be some up here in the hallway closet. Don't worry about the bathroom, I'm sure its suitably disgusting, but I wouldn't dream of asking you to clean it. Hey, maybe I can get Johnny to do it. Ha ha!"
"What about Donna's room?"
"Well, normally I leave her shit alone so she has the privacy of cleaning it herself if she so desires. Of course I don't think picking up a few beer cans that might be in there to be an invasion of privacy. So use your judgment."

So you do exactly what Julie says. You start picking up cans and other refuse into a trash bag. Despite Julie's warnings, you check the bathroom anyway and it isn't quite that bad so you do a little cleaning up there as well.

Eventually you make your way back to Julie's room where she's still straightening things out there.

"You know normally I never bother to do this much cleaning, but I guess that's one of the advantages of not being hung over when you wake up in the afternoon. You finished already?" Julie asks.
"Just about, even worked on the bathroom a little. Wasn't that bad in there."
"Glad to hear it, did you clean up Donna's room?"
"No, decided to stick with your policy of non-interference."
"Okay. (Whew) I'm used to playing hard, but not working hard. I'm taking a break."
"Yeah I think I'll join you."

Julie lies down on her now fresh-sheeted bed, while you sit in a chair.

"Why don't you come over here, you could stretch out." Julie says.
"Hm, I'm good. And I think we've spent enough time in beds together for a while." You answer.
"Afraid you might get the sudden urge to spoon me again huh?"
"Look, I dunno how I got in that position, but I probably was dreaming or something." You say.
"Mostly or something." Julie continues to prod. "You had me in a pretty good grip and I didn't say this before, but I was wide-awake for a good ten minutes enjoying it before I had to really pee. And during that time, you were also grinding your body into mine and you even gave me a peck on the ear."
"What?! Get out of here! You're making this up!" you exclaim.
"I'm serious!"
"…I like guys!" you protest.
"I never said you didn't. I'm just saying that on SOME level, you might like the female form as well. It's okay you know."
"The only female form I like is my own."
"So you really mean to say you've never fantasized about another woman? I'm not even talking about me, I'm talking about any woman."
"Nope, can't say that I have."
"You've never found any woman attractive?"
"Well that's different than wanting to fucking another woman. I mean sure, if you want an example I always thought my older brother Ben's wife Moonshadow had pretty eyes."
"Hmm, interesting. She was part black wasn't she? Maybe you just got a thing for dark meat." Julie laughs.
'Fuck you Julie. Just fuck you."
"Hey, whenever you're ready. And given how much you were aggressively holding on to me and grinding your body into mine, I at least I know you're a top now. Didn't get that vibe from you before. That's kind of hot really."

At this point you can't help but laugh though it's a semi-nervous laugh due to feeling a little weird about Julie's suggestions about you. You attempt to change the subject.

"Well at least this has gotten my mind off other things. Still need to smooth things over with Donna though. No call yet, so I'm guessing she didn't get arrested. I'm just hoping it isn't something worse. I might call her soon; even if she is pissed at me at least I'll know where she is. Has she ever disappeared like this before?"
"Oh sure. I mean she goes over to hang out with other people; she's probably over at one of their houses. I'm sure she'll be back later today…is that Johnny guy still downstairs?"
"Dunno. I can check."

You exit Julie's room and look into the living from the second floor. The TV is still on (And still playing an infernal Ground Zero infomercial) but Johnny isn't anywhere in sight. Looks like the living room is clean though, even the last of the sleeping "guests" are gone. You call out his name, but there is no answer.

"Nope, he's gone. Looks like everyone is gone." You say entering Julie's room again.
"Oh well. With as helpful as he was cleaning up I hoped I could get him to drag these dirty sheets and blankets to the washing machine. You gonna help?"
"I suppose I could, but I probably should be searching for a job. I have a terrible habit of not focusing at the best of times on that."
"Heh, I don't even think I've ever looked for one…and I probably should start doing so. Like I said yesterday, my inheritance isn't going to last forever. I won't keep you though, you've been a big help already and I can handle taking some sheets down to the washing machine."

You suddenly get the idea that maybe the task wouldn't seem quite as bad if you did it together. To be honest you wouldn't mind her with you while you look if only because you still don't want to be by yourself where you can start dwelling on Bobby again or worse trying to call him.

Of course you might end up just goofing off with Julie if she's around thus procrastinating and making the goal of searching for a job pointless.

You ask Julie to search with you

"Maybe we could look together." You say.

Julie looks a bit hesitant at your proposal.

"I…I dunno…I'm just not in the mood right now..."
"Come on Julie, I'll help. The cleaning can wait."
"Well… I guess it would be good to know what to do and where to start at least. Why don't you grab your laptop and come back up here and we can get to it."

You head downstairs and back to your room where you pick up your laptop. Upon exiting the room, you scream out when you literally bump into Johnny.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" you scream and nearly drop your laptop in the process. Johnny doesn't do anything except stand there.

"SUZY! What's going on down there?!" you hear Julie shout.

"Johnny what the fuck are you doing creeping around like that?! You scared the shit out of me!" you exclaim backing away into the living room still in a bit of a panic. Johnny doesn't move he just continues to stand there in the hallway.

"I'm not creeping. I just finished cleaning the basement, it was a real mess down there." Johnny says.
"I called your name earlier and you never answered!" you say.
"I guess I didn't hear you. What're you getting so excited about?"
"Because you're fucking creeping around the house like a psycho! I think you need to leave!" you say with authority, but you're really scared deep down inside.

At this point Julie has come down the stairs and arrived.

"Johnny, I thought you left. What're you still doing here?" Julie asks.
"Nothing, I just finished cleaning your basement. You know I feel like my efforts aren't being appreciated and you're not being a good host."
"Good host? Alright fine, I thank you for your help, but you're obviously scaring my friend and the party's long been over anyway, so get the fuck out." Julie orders.

While you half expect Johnny to show some sort of anger or even get violent, fortunately it doesn't come to that. He remains completely calm. Like dead featureless expression calm. Which is almost scarier.

"Okay. Sorry I caused distress." He says and walks past you and Julie (you both give him a wide berth) and goes out the front door. You immediately start locking it up.

"Julie, go lock your back door." You say busily putting the chains on the door.
"Wow, that guy really got to you…"
"Julie, please just go check your fucking back door!"
"Okay, okay!"

Julie leaves to go just that, but you only end up following her anyway. The backdoor is actually already locked though Julie rechecks it just to be sure.

"See, we're safe…shit, Suzy, you're actually shaking."
"Of course I'm fucking shaking! I just had a goddamn flashback to when my Uncle Ed caught me finding the body parts of his victims! I'm telling you there was something wrong with that guy!" you say still looking around like Johnny is still lurking about.
"Shhh…it's okay now. He's gone, and if it makes you feel any better he won't be allowed in here anymore. Hell we probably won't see him again anyway." Julie says placing her hands on your arms in an effort to sooth and calm you down.
"I think I need to lie down." You say feeling wobbly and unable to catch your breath.

Julie escorts you back to your room where you lay down on the bed.

"I…don't think I'm in the mood to look for jobs with you right now Julie."
"That's okay Suzy, I wasn't really in the mood to look for one anyway." Julie says with a smile.
"God, my heart is really racing…I feel like I'm going to pass out."
"You want me to get you some water or something?"
"No, don't go. Stay with me." You say grabbing on to Julie's hand.
"Okay. I'll stay here. Whatever you want. I'm here for you." Julie says squeezing your hand while sitting on the edge of the bed.

You slowly begin to calm down and eventually you stop hyperventilating. Julie stays with you saying nothing, but just being supportive by sticking with you like a friend should.

You start to feel safer and close your eyes since the stress has still made you a bit weary. Before you know it you've fallen back to sleep.

Hours later…

You wake up and find yourself alone.

You grab your cell where you left it by the bed last time and see that it's only a few hours to midnight. (Nobody has tried calling you either.) The odd thing is you don't hear any music or the sounds of people. Normally Julie would have a gathering by now, and it's odd that you're not hearing it.

You then start to worry if something has happened. Still thinking about your incident with Johnny earlier today, you rush to the desk and grab the pistol you found before and load it up. Your older brother Ben showed you how to handle a gun once, you weren't exactly very good with it, but you feel safer with it.

Cautiously, you open the door and slowly walk out into the hallway looking around you.

You then hear a male voice coming from the living room.

"Shut the fuck up bitch and take it!"

"JULIE!" you scream and run into the living room with your pistol draw and pointed in front of you.

"HOLY FUCK SUZY!" Julie shouts and falls off the couch, dropping her console controller and ducking for cover.

You then see on her TV screen the origin of the male voice. It's her character. She's playing some sort of crime simulator.

Now Julie's the one with the heart palpitations!

"Goddamn Suzy, you scared the shit out of me! What the fuck are you doing with a gun anyway?!"
"It was in your dad's desk. Sorry. I just woke up alone and…I guess I'm still a little scared."
"Well I was a lot scared when I saw that shit pointed at me! Especially with the game I'm playing, I thought I unlocked some sort of 3D mode for a second." Julie says with a very small chuckle.

You apologize again and sit down next to Julie who has recovered and is busily trying to get her bearings again on her game.

"Shit, some fucker robbed me while I was distracted. Gonna have to find and chase his ass down now. Wanna help? Got another controller." Julie says.
"No, I think I'll just watch right now… so no party tonight?" you ask.
"Nah, I mean there were some people that showed up earlier tonight, but I told them all to go back home since I cancelled it tonight. I figure after what happened earlier today with you, you could use the peace."
"Thank you Julie, that was really thoughtful."
"Don't mention it. Besides, I figure this would be a good opportunity to start that life change like I mentioned before. Still didn't look for a job though."
"Hah, well one day at a time…so is Donna here somewhere?"
"Nope, still hasn't come home yet. I actually tried calling her, but no answer. I guess she's got it turned off or the battery's dead. Probably at a club or something ."
"I hope so…I'm starting to worry now."
"I told you she's probably at a club or something. Like I said before, she doesn't always sleep here."
"Maybe so, but given that that creepy fuck said he saw he last, well it makes me a bit suspicious."
"You still worried about him? Told ya, that guy was just an awkward aspie. Probably just didn't know how to talk to girls. Here, why don't you join my game? You're obviously already in a shooting mood, it'll take your mind off things."

Trusting that it couldn't hurt, you grab a video game controller and start committing virtual homicide on a grand scale. Oddly, it does make you feel a little better and you both play a little past midnight.

"Well, that was fun, I think I'm going to bed." Julie says yawning.
"Really? Seems early for you."
"Well unlike you I haven't slept, plus I'm not hopped up on designer drugs like I sometimes am when I'm partying. Amazing what being clean for a whole day does to you."

As Julie gets up to go to head off to bed, you aren't exactly tired yet, but you're still a little nervous about being by yourself.

You can't believe you're going to ask this…

"Julie?"
"Yes?"
"Can you sleep with me tonight?"

Julie's expression to this request says it all.

"Well okay, but stay on your side of the bed and if anything of yours touches anything of mine, you better respect me in the morning." She says with a big grin on her face.

You head back to your room Julie taking the pistol with you, which Julie really disapproves of, but doesn't protest too much since she's just happy you're spending yet ANOTHER night in the same bed with her.

After locking the door and placing the pistol where you can easily reach it, you get into bed with Julie who to her credit does keep to one side of the bed and quickly fall asleep.

You're up for a little while longer, but eventually you feel safe enough to let your guard down and fall asleep as well.

Next day...

WEDNESDAY


"Remember, if you act today…"
"Ugh! Shut up! I don't care about your stupid shelters!" you hear Julie remark.

You open your eyes and see Julie to the left of you messing around on your laptop. (And clicking off on one of those annoying pop up audio ads)

"Hey…when did you get up?" you ask.
"I dunno, about an hour ago I think. Didn't really feel like leaving the bed though, so I just figured I'd stay here and entertain myself on your laptop. Hope you don't mind."
"Eh, it's fine. Don't mess with my bookmarks and setting though."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to accidentally delete anything. I must say though with the extensive number of porn links in your history, I think you might have a real problem." Julie mocks.
"Mm, bold words coming from a woman who has popped up in several amateur videos on those sites." You answer.
"Hah. I don't doubt it, but that brings up the question of why would YOU be watching those?" Julie asks.
"Who said I did? I can't help it if I'm browsing through the videos and suddenly your ass pops up in a still."
"If it's just my ass, how do you know it's me? Either you don't or you've watched them enough that you know what my ass looks like without even seeing my face!"
"Argh! I don't mean literally! I mean YOU pop up, and I've seen your face in the stills though once I almost couldn't tell because it was covered in cum!" you exclaim starting to get agitated.
"Hmm, nice save." Julie says a little unconvinced.

Already having expended more energy than you wanted to, you start to sit up and realize you've been wearing the same clothes for the past couple days.

"Christ, I really need to take a shower and change these clothes." You say and get out of the bed.
"Yeah, I think I need to go do that too." Julie says.
"Well you can go use your own shower. I know we've been sleeping in the same bed for the past two days, but that doesn't mean we're going to be re-enacting a women's prison shower scene from a movie." You say laying down boundaries again.
"Hey I think you had that one bookmarked!" Julie says jokingly.

You shake your head and grab some clean clothes before heading into the bathroom to take a shower.

After washing up and changing your clothes, you feel refreshed. When you exit the bathroom, you see that Julie has left, presumably to go wash up as well. You check your phone and once again see nobody has called. You dial up your sister's number and still no answer. You certainly hope Julie is right about her just sleeping somewhere else. But surely she couldn't be so pissed at you that she's moved out could she? All her stuff is still here after all.

You then hear a loud noise or more like a voice, but you aren't sure if its coming from inside the house or outside the house. Still paranoid from yesterday, you grab the pistol and cautiously exit your room.

When you get to the living room, you deduce the noise is indeed coming from outside.

A quick peek through the window and you see several military men and a couple of military trucks and even an A.P.C.

"ATTENTION! THIS TOWN IS UNDER MARSHAL LAW AND THIS NEIGHBORHOOD IS NOW UNDER WATCH BY THE U.S. NATIONAL GUARD. A GOVERNMENT REPRESENTATIVE WILL SOON VISIT ALL OF YOU AND ASSIST IN ANYTHING THAT YOU MAY NEED DURING THIS STATE OF EMERGENCY. STAY IN YOUR HOMES. DO NOT COME OUT FOR ANY REASON. FAILURE TO DO SO MAY RESULT IN THE USE OF LETHAL FORCE."

"Hey Suzy?! You hear that noise!? You got the TV up loud?" Julie shouts from somewhere up on the second floor.
"No! The fucking National Guard is out there in force and it looks like we're under marshal law."
"National Guard? Hold on, I'm coming down…" Julie says.

You turn the TV on to see if there's anything about this, but you're not exactly having any luck. You're getting a lot of Ground Zero infomercials or news about shit going on elsewhere in the world. Local stations seem to be off the air with an "emergency test" beep but nothing more substantial than that.

"What the fuck is going on?" you say to yourself.
"Yeah what the fuck IS going on?" Julie asks coming down from taking her shower.
"I dunno, I might need to check the Internet, not having much luck with the TV. Do we have enough food and water?" you ask.
"Well we certainly got some food. Dunno about water though. I mean you can get some from the taps I suppose, but as you might expect I got tons of alcohol. Why?" Julie says.
"Why? Because the National Guard just said if we try to leave we'll probably get shot on sight that's why! (Sigh) We're basically prisoners here."
"Suzy, you need to calm down. You've been on edge since yesterday. You just said there isn't a whole lot we can do, so we might as well just relax in the house. I mean really how much different is the day going to be for either of us?" Julie remarks.
"I'm just…its Donna. I mean she's still out there. I mean I HOPE she's still out there. I mean the last thing I did was argue with her. Shit, I'm even a little worried about Peter and Kelly now and I never got along with them either. Still family though." You say.
"You tried calling either of them?" Julie asks.

Oddly you haven't. You didn't really have a reason before, but given what's going on right now, maybe you should.

"I think I'll do that Julie. I can't believe I didn't think of it." You say.
"Sure, you go check on what family you can and maybe find out more about what's going on. In the meantime, I'm going to go get a drink."
"Thought you were turning over a new leaf?"
"You just said we were prisoners here. Not much else for me to do is there? Besides, I'm not going to get bombed out of my skull."

While Julie goes and deals with this situation in her own way, you head back to your room to get your cell phone to start calling up your other family members. You try Peter first since you figure he might at least answer.

You start to call Peter and then you hear a loud clatter from the kitchen. What's odd to you is that you don't hear a series of cursing following it; you do think you hear a stifled yelp though.

Panic wells up inside you and you once again head towards where the disturbing sound came from with your pistol pointed in front of you.

"Stop fighting me, bitch!" you hear a voice say.

This isn't a video game this time.

You enter the kitchen and see Julie being held captive by someone you KNEW was no good right from the start. Johnny. He's got one arm around her waist and another hand with a knife to Julie's throat. He isn't calm anymore. His face is displaying a rage and hatred you remember seeing a glimpse of in Uncle Ed when he looked at you during that horrible night with him. Julie's face is one of absolute terror and tears run from her eyes.

"Let her go you fucking psycho!" you exclaim pointing the gun in his direction.

"Oh look, it's your dyke lover come to rescue you! Fucking whores the pair of you! You think I'm scared just because you got a gun pointed at me? Pfft! Look at you, you're so scared right now, you can barely aim that thing properly."

He's right. Despite having the gun in your hand, you're incredibly scared.

"Mmm, think I'll have some fun with you two after I'm done cleansing you whores. Just like I did with your sister." Johnny exclaims.

Your worst fears are now a reality and it shows in your face. You feel ill and start to shake a bit.

"Guess you two have been so busy rug munching that you haven't been in the basement lately. Told you it was a mess down there." Johnny laughs cruelly.

Between this revelation, Julie's desperate expression of wanting you to do something, and your own fear, you're having a very difficult time concentrating.

You feel like if you shoot, you're either going to miss Johnny completely and then he'll kill Julie, or worse you'll kill Julie for him by accidentally shooting her instead of him. You can't fuck this up.

You just shoot now

You remember something your brother Ben said once when he was trying to teach you how to use a gun, "If you're going to shoot, don't think about it. Just shoot."

Probably not exactly best thing to tell someone, but nevertheless you remember it and so you do it. You shoot.

And it's all over so quickly you didn't even have time to blink.

You hit Johnny in the forehead killing him instantly. His grip on Julie is dropped as he collapses backwards to the floor.

You're still standing there in disbelief with the pistol still in hand, but now dropped to your side. Julie stands sobbing looking at Johnny and then begins to curse at him.

"You motherfucker! (Sob) You sick fuck! (Sob) Goddamn you!" she exclaims.

You go up to her in an attempt to calm her down.

"It's over. It's over. He's dead." You say and she stops to hug you tightly. Really you're having a hard time keeping it together yourself, this psycho just admitted to killing Donna and stuffing her body in the basement. You still need to deal with that.

"Oh my god Suzy, (Sob) you saved my fucking life! I'll never forget this! (Sob)"
"Okay, okay, just take it easy. (Exhale) Okay normally we'd just call the cops about this, but considering we're under fucking marshal law right now I don't think that's an option. So we need to get rid of this body ourselves. Julie. Look at me." You say staring into her eyes.

"I'll take care of most of this, but I need your help. Besides trash bags do you have any tarps or large sheets of plastic? What about a shovel?"
"…(sniffle) I don't know. If there is, they might be in the basement. I know there's a shovel down there."
"Well, I guess that's where I'm heading since I'm going to have to go down there anyway. Julie, why don't you go lay down in your room? We're going to get through this okay?"

Julie seems still very shaken by this experience, but nods and believes you. She gives you another hug and then walks off to go lay down. As for you, you've got an unpleasant trip to the basement.

You try to prepare yourself for what you know to be down there, and fortunately the adrenaline of the situation has given you the fortitude and clarity to carry out what needs to be done, but as you're walking down those stairs, it still doesn't give you an enjoyable feeling.

When you reach the last step, you fully expect to see a floor full of blood and gore, but you don't see any of that. In fact you don't even see a body. You can only guess he must've hid it down here somewhere.

As you proceed with the grim task of looking for your sister's body, you notice that there is an open window down here, which explains how Johnny managed to sneak in here again.

You find the shovel and take it. You don't find a tarp, but you figure you can always wrap the body using garbage bags.

Then you notice the washer and dryer…

"Oh god…no…Donna…" you say looking away with tears already forming.

You can't tell without getting closer and opening them, but both of the door windows to both are covered in blood. You know he must've mutilated her body and shoved the pieces of her in both machines. A blood stained axe is also propped up next to them.

You can't help but get sick and vomit nearby at the thought of this. You then break down and cry for a moment. You weren't the closest with her, but you just wish the last moments were at least better. You can't imagine what her real last moments were like. Or rather you have an idea, but you'd rather not dwell on it.

You don't quite have the strength to proceed with the grisly task of cleaning up your sister's remains right now. You stagger back upstairs with the shovel in hand trying focus on dealing with the body of the murdering fucker who killed her.

You get back to the kitchen and just stare at Johnny's body, getting angrier and angrier about how light he got off. Who knows how many others he killed before your poor sister.

"Someone should fucking chop you up." You say.

Remembering that you saw some duct tape in the desk in your room, you go back and grab it and then a trash bag from the kitchen.

You put the bag over Johnny's head and then tape it around his neck, so more blood doesn't smear all over the floor when you're dragging him back to your room. From there, you take him into the bathroom and get his body into the bathtub.

You then head right back down into the basement and grab the axe.

As you're heading back to your bathroom to repay mutilation with mutilation, Julie has come back downstairs to check on you.

"Suzy, what are you doing with that axe?"
"Julie just go back upstairs, I told you I got this."
"Are you going to chop up his body? Is…is he in your bathroom right now?"
"Julie I said just go back upstairs, you don't need to deal with this, I'll do it."
"Suzy, I thought you were going to just dig a hole and throw him in it."
"Yeah well that was before I found my sister in fucking pieces in your goddamn washer and dryer!"

Julie places her hand over her mouth and staggers back propping herself up against the wall.

"Oh god…"
"Yeah. This whole day sucks and maybe that dead motherfucker won't be able to feel the pain of me chopping him up alive, but it's the only satisfaction I'm going to get…besides with the National Guard out there right now, going outside to dig a hole probably isn't the best idea now. Better I should wait to do that at night."

Julie has no words right now, but she's starting to look at you a little differently. Maybe the combination of killing someone and the emotional trauma of finding your sister chopped up has caused a bit of a snap in your personality. In any case, you're definitely taking a darker turn here.

Suddenly there is a loud bang on the front door.

"Oh shit! Who the hell is that?!" Julie says.

"Fuck. That's probably that government rep the loud speakers outside were saying was going to visit all the homes in the neighborhood. Someone probably heard the gunshot and sent someone here a lot sooner. Shit…shit…gotta think…" you say.
"Suzy?! What're we going to do? Maybe we should just tell them everything that happened! I mean it was self defense, surely they'll understand that!"
"Julie, we're under marshal law. I got a man laying in my bathtub with a bag over his head and my sister is in pieces in the washer and dryer. At BEST we might be able to convince them of this entire outlandish series of events AFTER they arrest us, put us into whatever fucked up military cell they have, suffer hours of interrogation and god knows what else. At worst? They'll just think we're a pair of murderesses and execute us immediately without a trial." You say and then exhale.

"Or…we could try to cover this up and get them the hell out of here as quickly as possible." You add.
"Don't you think they're going to search the house?!"
"Well that's why we're going to try to prevent that from happening. Distract them some how so they don't bother. I mean I suppose we could try to run out the backdoor and over the fence, but I don't know how are chances would be with that." you say.

Julie has no answer for you. At this point she's so scared that whatever you decide, she'll follow.

You run out the back door

There's no time to talk, you just have to get the hell out of here!

"Julie come on, we're going out the back and climbing over fence." You say and the pair of you make your way towards the kitchen.

The banging on the front door gets louder, but you've already left and are in the backyard running for the fence.

You manage to get to lift yourself up, but not quite over the back fence before you hear several people shouting at you to halt. You also hear Julie screaming.

You turn your head quickly and see one soldier with his knee in Julie's back, her face in the grass and a gun pointed at her head. Several other soldiers are pointing their rifles at you and walking towards you.

You panic and see no good way for this to end if you let them capture you, so you attempt to pull yourself over the fence to continue your escape.

Several of them fire and you land on the other side of the fence with several fatal bullet holes in your body.