Snippet #816963

In the blackness of it all, Emma saw tiny pinpoints of light. They came towards her, closrer and closer. She tried to push it away, to keep it from coming any closer, but it wouldn't work. She had heard over and over in movies and books about the "Light", and she didin't want to risk going near it. She couldn't remember what had happened, but she had never been here before, and she was wary of her surroundings. She fought to turn around, eventualy she managed it, and sprinted away from the lights. She looked over her shoulder, the light grew smaller and smaller.
And suddenly, she was out of the dark. She looked up, into the sky where the sun was beginning to sink below the trees in the distance. Her eyes caught the body of the masked man fall face down onto the ground, the woman with the Bowie knife holding her freshly bloodied knife. Emma took a second to comprehend the scene, and then her eyes opened wide in shock. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could make a sound, blood spilled out of her mouth and onto the ground, coughing, she tried to speak once more.
"You did it!" She shouted, her voice hoarse. She got up on her good arm, sitting up to see better. "It really worked!" She moved her good leg to try and support herself. She smiled weakly, blinking in astonishment.
(assuming that Mr. Shush is dead...)