***ten minutes before the wedding***

My hands try to wipe the rusty red blood off of my wedding dress, but to no avail. Frantically gazing around the dressing room for a towel, water, anything to help. There’s nothing. I’m just going to have to ditch the dress.

I step over my now ex-fiancé’s dead body, blood spilling from his throat, heading to look out the window for an escape route. Maybe I c...

“Quick, this way!” Luke shouted, his feet sprinting towards the wooden oak doors that lead into the manager’s office at the very back of the store.

He shoved the door open, stepping aside so I could run in after him. Coming to a stop inside the office, my lungs tried to recover from the exertion of racing through the entire supermarket.

“What WAS that, Luke?” I cried. My mind replaying the sce...