[ WP ] The characters all know how it 's going to end . The reader does n't .

The weight of the gun in Carrie's hand was more than she could bear. She could hear Mark creeping through the upstairs rooms, and for a moment she considered bolting up the stairs to join him, but the ominous scratching that dragged across the floor beneath her reminded Carrie that there was a reason she was guarding the basement. The kitchen was a mess. Blood was splattered across the floor in criss cross patterns and dark red hand prints stained cabinets and doors around her. Not far from where Carrie paced the corpse of a dog was already starting to bloat, and she tried not to look at it. It was difficult. The smell was unbearable. 
 
 `` What are you doing here?'' A voice suddenly asked from the back door. Carrie spun around on her heel, her weapon pointed at the intruder. It was only Jaime. She lowered the weapon and huffed, `` I'm waiting.'' 
 
 `` You do n't have to. Look. You can get out of here, Carrie. You can leave - we both know-'' 
 
 `` Mark is upstairs. I told him I'd wait and I'm waiting.'' Carrie sneered. Jaime took a step towards her and reached out for her hand, `` But you do n't *have* to!'' 
 
 Carrie jerked back but Jaime snatched her wrist in his palm and squeezed, `` Stop it! Listen, we *both* know what's going to happen here. There is nothing either of us can do to stop it. Now you can leave if you want to. I'm telling you that.'' 
 
 `` I'm *supposed* to stay. It's supposed to happen. You're supposed to-'' 
 
 `` Shut up.'' Jaime hissed, `` I'm not going to.'' 
 
 `` You will.'' Carrie grumbled, `` We're not writing this, someone else is. We're not in control.'' 
 
 A loud snarl erupted from the basement beneath, and Carrie jumped. Jaime kept his hold on her, `` I can push you down those stairs too.'' 
 
 `` You would n't dare.'' 
 
 `` We both know how this is going to end.'' 
 
 A loud crash suddenly sounded from upstairs. Feet shuffled, and Mark's low voice cried out for help upstairs. Carrie moved towards the stairs to meet him, but Jaime jerked her arm back and kept her at his side. Carrie yelled in frustration and tried to pull away, jerking her arm back until her shoulder ached, `` LET ME GO!'' 
 
 `` No!'' Jaime snapped, `` That was n't supposed to happen.'' 
 
 Carrie froze and looked up. The shuffling stopped, and the house went dead quiet. 
 
 Jaime let go of Carrie's wrist, `` What are you going to do?'' 
 
 `` I'm going to keep going. We have to move forward. We have to make sure everything goes just like it's supposed to and-'' 
 
 `` Everything is fucked,'' Jaime spat, `` You're just a means to an end! You think anyone cares about you? You think *they* care about you? No. Fuck that. They're just here to read a story.'' 
 
 Carrie watched him as he turned and headed for the door, `` Good riddance.''
