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Chapter __
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Fletcher's POV
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"Is everyone alright?" I call out to the others.
To be honest, I'm not. One of my friends has just passed away and now an eruption has gone over the house.
Lovely.
Oh, and to add to all that, it's been a minute and I still can't find my friends amongst the destructive wreckage.
"Chris!" I yell.
After no response, I yell again, "Rose!"
"Jac-" I stop myself mid word.
Remember Fletch.
He's gone now.
I round the corner of the kitchen and head down to the garage.
"They have to be down here," I say, my words hardly audible.
Immediately after touching the door it falls backwards, opening up to the garage.
"Great Fletch, how are we going to get a replacement for that?" I hiss at myself.
I look up, to find Chris and Rose completely okay.
"That's a relie-"
Whoa!
My eyes had finally checked the surroundings of the garage.
Rose looks slightly uncomfortable when she explains, "It's my Dad's."

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