• I pulled away from Jack. He waved and went, I knew why. He hated being around the old house, or what was left of it anyway. I watched him walk away. Something wasn't right. A bullet suddenly ripped through the air and shot straight through Jack's chest. I screamed and ran to him. He was dead. Lying on the ground beside me was my dead fiance. I looked at the wound that he now bore on his chest. I had handled several guns, so I would know about the wind resistance and the trajectory. Desperately, I tried to use my knowledge but utter panic took over my brain. The only help I had was something that only I could know about. The greenhouse. Gathering myself, I tried to throw my shoe at the remaining section of the greenhouse. My comfy sneaker simply ricocheted off the side. Without warning, my fist smashed through the glass. The dark red blood running down my arm didn't bother me. All that bothered me now was what was in that greenhouse.