"Sam, are you sure this is safe?" said Jazz as her and her boyfriend walked down the empty dark tunnel. "Of course, I wouldn't be taking you here if it wasn't, the guy on the news said the suspect wasn't armed." Sam took out a knife. "Here, take this just to be safe." He said as he handed Jazz the knife. Jazz squeezed the handle of the knife firmly. "Thanks babe.." Jazz whispered. They continued down the abandoned train tunnel, it was getting darker every step they took. "Sam, I really don't think- AH!" Jazz was quickly interrupted with her own scream, then silence. "JAZZ??! JAZZ ARE YOU OKAY?!" Sam yelled as loud as he could, but he got no reply. "Oh my fucking God what am I going to do, there's no cell service in here!" Sam whispered to himself. So, Sam did the only thing he could think of. Run. He ran towards the way he and Jazz came, and he ran until he ran out of breath. The exit/entrance was nowhere in sight. "JAZZ, JAZZ WHERE ARE YOU?!" Sam yelled again, this time even more desperate. Sam collapsed onto his knees, sobbing. "I can't believe I lost my girlfriend.." He cried. "SAM, SAM?!" Sam looked up. "JAZZ?! IS THAT YOU??!" Sam ran towards his beloved's voice. He finally saw her, tied to a chair in the darkest part of the tunnel. "OH MY GOD, I'M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU!!" Sam yelled happily. "God, it's so dark I can barely see you.." He said as he struggled to untie his lover. After he finally untied Jazz, he was confused. "Wait, why were you tied u-" Sam was immediately cut off, by a stab to the chest. Jazz stood there, looking over his crumbling body, descending to it's knees. "You shouldn't have given me that knife, babe. I got you!" Jazz laughed.
