And they ran.  

“Hey, what’s going on over there!?”  I heard a man yell.  

“Guys, we need to get out of here.  Quickly,” I say to everyone else.

We jumped out of the truck and ran to the side of a nearby building.  I see a man walk up to a door and scan his card attached to his belt.

“We need one of those cards,” Taylor says.

“I have an idea,” Jacob says, “I need Marla and Shirley to distract the next guy that walks by.  David and I will walk by and swipe the card, if he realizes, electrocute him.  Taylor, wait here until I give you the signal.”

“Which is?”

“You’ll know.”

We wait, and wait, and wait some more.  Nobody was coming.  Where is everyone?  Maybe it has to do with all of us arriving.  Then, I hear a door slam shut.

“I know you kids are out here.  Shirley, Marla, Jacob, David, and Taylor, the only kids missing.  It wasn’t surprising to find the driver of your truck electrocuted.”  

He starts walking over towards us and when he is right next to the turn in the building, I stick my hand out and electrocute him.

“Grab the keycard!” Marla yells.

Jacob reaches down to pick it up off the guy's unconscious body, when a gunshot goes off.  

“No!  Jacob!”  I cup his cheek and pull his body into my own.  “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Not so fast! Step out from behind the building, hands up.”

Everyone else steps out, while I keep holding onto Jacob.  Everything blurs and all I can think about is Jacob.

We were supposed to be together forever.  I didn’t even get to tell him how I feel.  “Please don’t leave me.”

His breathing is ragged and whispers something I can’t hear.  I move his mouth against my ear and he says in a barely audible whisper, “I will always be with you.  I love…”. His breathing slows to a stop and when I pull back to look at his face his eyes are glossy.  My tears drip on his face as I close his eyes.

“I love you, too, forever.”

The world around me fades back in when I feel someone shaking my shoulder.  When I look up we are surrounded by guns and men.  

“I said get up!” One of the guys shouts, hitting me in the shoulder with his gun.

I lay Jacob’s body gently on the ground and stand up with my hands in the air, “Please, let Marla heal him! PLEASE!” I yell at them, desperately, sobbing.

“You and I both know he’s dead,” and he kicks him in the side, blood already pooling on the ground from the bullet.

“No! Stop! Please!”

“Just give it up kid.  You’re in the real world now, people die.”

Jacob…Jacob’s really dead?