ZACH PHILIPS' CABIN
Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. The unfamiliar surroundings hit her, and panic started to creep in as she took in her environment.
It felt like a basement—cold, damp, and creepy. She sat up quickly, her pulse quickening as her thoughts raced.
"Where am I?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. The memories of what had happened outside the mall came rushing back. She had been grabbed, but by who? And why?
"Who's here?!" she shouted, her voice growing louder, desperate for answers.
Silence.
"Somebody answer me!" Elizabeth screamed again, her voice echoing through the bare room.
Suddenly, footsteps echoed from the other side of the door. She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding harder as the door creaked open.
A man stepped inside, his expression cold
