Knee deep, at this point.

Death is not. it just isnt.

"...and for each correctly used apostrophe... i could feel my heark sink inside my chest in front of me..."

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i felt warmth again. i opened my eyes, and it was all a blur of one color.

i tried to sit up, but i was met with a stinging pain everywhere i tried to move my body.

i heard a muffled noise from my side, it sounded like a voice. and then i heard barking. it was kassie.

more muffled voices. i think i heard something about "not supposed to be awake yet." and i felt something pinch my arm.

black clouded my vision again and i didnt feel anymore pain.

i dont know where i am.

theres ringing in my ears, and i cant see a thing. my head hurts.

i was lied on my back, on a cold hard floor. i was breathing weird, it hurt.

someone walked over to me, and placed a hand on my forehead. my ears were still ringing, and i still could barely see, but i was able to make out what was going on now.

this person sat me up against a wall.

"ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!" i somewhat whisper-yelled. i was too weak to speak any louder, but i was hurting much more than i could express.

this boy, (the blur in my eyes had faded most of the way now) started to panic and stepped away from me for a second, before turning around and pacing over to *somewhere.*

i looked at my surroundings. there were shelves upon shelves of pills. i must have been in some kind of drug store.

the strange boy came back, holding a bottle of pills in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

i refused to take any medication  at first, seeing as how i didnt know anything about this guy, but he managed to get me to take it somehow.

we sat there staring at eachother.. but i stopped caring about where i was, or who was looking after me.

"wheres my dog?"

i was met with silence.

"...answer me." i stared at him as he shuffled through his bag for something. was he ignoring my question on purpose? what an annoying piece of trash.

i miss my dog.

he eventually scrawled out on a notepad.

'we dont know.'

i looked at him. immediate anxiety filled me. did i really just tell a mute guy to talk? what was wrong with me. and who was "we?"

"theres more people?"

he took a second to write more out on the page.

'yes. the others are looking for your dog, except me and logan. hes making sure nothing gets in.'

he stood up, and held up a finger, trying to tell me to wait a second. he then walked off into a door toward the back of the small drugstore.

i took a deep breath. my heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour, which wasnt ideal seeing as i just woke up from being dead(?)

my pain had faded away a little bit. i was thankful that the pills did that much, even if they had to be forced into my system.

the boy later returned with yet another boy, this one being shorter, with..

a massive gun on his back.

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