Terror

Chapter Thirty-Five

Two years later

It has been years since Jason has stepped foot in Simcoe. He stepped out of the car in the main plaza, where the road was repaved after everything that happened. There weren't piles of debris from the daycare, pharmacy, Burger King, or any other building that was once in the plaza before the entire thing was blown down.

Simcoe was now a ghost town. There was a McDonald's that only looked like it was half constructed, but there wasn't any equipment around for finishing it. There were a couple of newly built houses nearby, but all of them had for sale signs on the lot.

He walked over to the park, which had now turned into a graveyard. It was dedicated to those who experienced the trauma and those that didn't survive. It was gated by a small black fence with a couple of small trees that were planted.

He walked through the graveyard and stared at some of the graves around him. They were lined up in different shapes, each with names engraved with people's names on them. Some he didn't know, but others he recognized, like Melany, Ilya, and Esme.

Jason stopped in front of Bella's grave and stared. He set down some white roses in front of it and grabbed the old ones. She sacrificed her life, and he fell in love with her through it. They may have had problems along the way, but he still loved her.

"Hello, soldier," Bryce snarked.

Jason turned to see the crackheads holding white roses as Mia looked around absentmindedly. After years, they still didn't change much in appearance, except for Mia's light brown hair.

"He's praying," Mia whispered, tiptoeing toward him.

Throughout the two years, he moved out and got his own place. It's been hard being alone. Even if he has Mark come and Cindy check on him the odd time, but everything still leaves a scar.

He had started drinking to try and erase the painful memories, but it didn't work. All that ended up being was on the addiction floor after experiencing an alcohol addiction.

"Where's Emma?" Jason asked.

"My beautiful girlfriend is being driven by her dad. They have been forming a good bond, if you happen to know," Bryce said smugly.

That's when he saw the short girl rushing toward them in a white sundress. She held some flowers in her hands, a panicked expression on her face.

"Am I late?" She rushed out.

"Yeah, everyone just left," Bryce stated. "I'm kidding, worrywart."

This was an event planned by Zane in memory of two years ago when they were released from this place. It was an option if people wanted to go, but it was also an opportunity to see people after years who either moved away or didn't have social media.

"Is it exactly two years today?" Zane asked, walking over.

When they watched Ashley, Divina, and Cassandra all burn to ash and free them from the bubble. Where the entire plaza was in flames, with all of them having some sort of injury with the sounds of gunshots or screams.

"No new love interest yet? Darn," Nevaeh said while snapping her fingers.

Relationships were the last thing he wanted to even worry about. It still pained him from what happened to Bella, especially having those repeated nightmares of not saving her from dying.

"Did you hear the news?" Will asked dumbly, standing near Mia.

"Hear what?" Jason asked.

"Don't you at least follow your brother on something?" Nevaeh asked with an eyebrow raised.