• -Catherine-

    Blood stained walls, bodies all around, and Cole remained disgusted. The darkened vestibule lightened by the minute as morning approached, or had begun. Tattered chairs and a wrecked brown dining table appeared in the area. Clenching my wrist, i stared at my weapon, merely a curved wooden stick, defaced and showing a light tan color. As every second passes, I glance around, silently mourning those we lost, who were to protect us, and I felt pity for the lost survivors.
    He took me by the hand: we slowly waltzed outside, and straight to the woods. Cole halted when he felt he found he right tree. He lifted me up as soon as so, and I promptly lay my hand on his shoulder as soon as he began to give away a short rivulet of tears.
    I felt suffer. I wanted it no more. Each day is another pain, and it hurts even more to think about Cole. I thought about them, my group. We used to be Cole, Emily, Zach, Daryn, Katrina, and I, Catherine. Now I wonder how everybody is. The rest of them could have been rescued while Cole and I sit here alone, or maybe they are all suffering slow deaths while we worry every second.I soon began to cry, more than Cole, and he softly kissed my cheek to sooth me.
    I heard a shout in the distance. I began to tear even more at its sound.
    "Hey Zach, do you see that?"