It's been a week since the murder streak started in the small Louisiana orphanage. 23 open And has dwindled down to 15.
With Bettie missing and the true identity of the killer still not known, it's becoming apparent the cops aren't coming.

Today is Christmas, and it's also the coldest. Rain falls rather than snow and the orphanage is the coldest it's ever been

Everyone is gathered in the front yard by the newly opened gate

Jane: alright.... Were gonna do this one way or another. We can't stay around here any longer.

Kenny:*mumbled nonsense*

Carl:*has a big coat on and a beani*