If We Survive

Part One: The Girl Who Lied

She was tall, nearly six feet, with dark blond hair tied into twin braids, which flopped around at the quick pace she was setting. Her dark eyes were shaded by a pair of extemely bright green sunglasses. She had the smallest of smiles on her face, clearly pleased. It was summer camp, after all, the one week of her life that she looked forward to more than nearly anything else. She got to see her friends from out-of-state, and got to do fun things like hiking and food fights. She loved that week of the year more than anything else. 

Another step and she could see the caravan of teenagers in front of her, her group. She had volenteered to hold up the back, but dispite this, she had stopped eval times to consume her water out of her large old-fashoned canteen that her brother had given to her as a joke last Christmas. He outdoorsy father always took her on day hikes during the summer, although in the weeks advancing on camp, her dad would spend most of the trip on the phone. 

There was a noise, one too quiet for the girl to hear it, although the birds and the wild things heard it. It was the change. It knocked her down, spots appearing on her darkened vision. Her nose began to bleed, flowing down the whiteish rocks in a thick crimson stream.