Zeath just died.

That’s what my scared and anxious mind makes me believe, not until I stop screaming and shut my mouth to realize the grim taste of blood on my tongue. Then I perceive a metallic odor, realizing that Chelsea is no longer in front of me.

Oh, she is but a corpse lying next to my leg.

My eyelashes feel like there’s something sticky on them. I know it’s blood, the same blood soaking some parts of my hair and shoulders. Chelsea’s blood.

My heart has been beating fast to the ...