Agree with Ben and go get Annabelle

From Create Your Own Story

You and Ben go to find Annabelle. He quickly explains the story and the plan. Annabelle's eyes are wide.

"I don't want to believe it," she says. "Holly seems so sweet. But this does look awfully suspicious...Well, let's go check on Holly and Joe. No matter what, we'll figure out the truth." Arming herself with a shotgun, she joins you.

The three of you head downstairs to the room where Holly was questioning Joe. As you open the door, you gasp in shock. Holly is lying motionless on the floor. Joe is nowhere to be seen.

You immediately draw your gun, scanning the area. Annabelle bends over Holly, checking her pulse. "She's alive."

Holly stirs and groans. "Wha...Where..."

"What happened, Holly?" you ask.

She sits up straight, rubbing her head. "I was questioning Joe, trying to scare him into talking without resorting to actually torturing him. But he was calling my bluff. Then, suddenly, I saw stars. Stars that weren't made in heaven. Someone must have hit me from behind..." She suddenly whirls. "Where's Joe?!"

"He's gone," Ben says simply.

Holly jumps up. "We have to find him! Come on!"

"This is way too convenient!" Ben whispers. "Holly's in on it." He pulls a small pistol from his pocket. "I'm going to detain her and make her talk."

"Ben, wait," says Annabelle. "We still don't know for sure..." But Ben has already raced out of the room after Holly. Annabelle, shotgun in hand, races after him. Heart pounding, you follow her.

Ben aims his pistol at Holly. "Freeze! Stop right there!"

She whirls and stares at him. "Ben, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Stopping you! It's you, isn't it! That's why you wanted to interrogate Joe alone, and why he's conveniently escaped!"

"Ben, that's nuts! I swear, I was..." She begins moving towards him. "You're losing it. Give me the gun."

"No!" Ben tightens his grip on the trigger. Suddenly, a shot rings out. Annabelle has blasted Ben with her shotgun. His torso pulverized by the buckshot, he falls over dead.

"I'm sorry, Holly. But I couldn't take the chance of him shooting you," says Annabelle.

Holly shakes her blonde head. "Ana, you shouldn't have done that. I could have disarmed him. Anyway, what's with all this..."

You are about to say something when you are suddenly hit hard on the head from behind. You crumple to the floor, your pistol sailing loose. Semiconscious, you look up to see Joe standing over you, a baseball bat in his hand.

"Annabelle, get him!" shouts Holly.

But instead, Annabelle points her shotgun right at Holly's face, which drains of all color. You go pale too as you both realize the horrifying truth.

"YOU?!" shouts Holly. "Ana, how could you..."

Annabelle shrugs. "This used to be almost like a private home. But you and Jack kept inviting all these strangers in...Sooner or later, one of them would have gotten us all killed."

"No, that's not..." Holly begins, but gets no further before Annabelle blows her head off. Pumping her shotgun in the one-handed Linda Hamilton style, showing off her extraordinary wrist and forearm strength, she then aims it at you. "Your turn, Marina."

In a lightning move, you suddenly grab Joe and yank him into a human shield position in front of you. But Annabelle simply laughs. "I was planning on killing him too anyway, after all the others were finished. Now I'll just have to do it a little sooner." With that, her next shotgun blast pulverizes Joe's torso.

As Joe falls, you look at Annabelle and beg, "Please..."

She smiles as she pumps the shotgun one-handed again and aims it at your head. "Sorry, Marina. Nothing personal." Then she fires.

YOU ARE DEAD