Against the Unknown

Chapter 11- Ending

~Cadi's POV~

We are all standing in a line, in black suits and dresses. The rain is pouring down but we don't really notice. Are eyes, mind and hearts are focused on the coffins being lowered, one by one, into the ground. Not one of us have dry eyes. We are all crying. None of us dared to miss the funeral. The families of the dead are opposite to us, on the other side of the graves. They are also crying. Although, that's natural. As each of the coffins descend, each of us throw one rose on top of it, as do the families. It's more than I can bear at first, but somehow, I get through it. Seb puts one arm around my shoulder and I put my head on his shoulder. I'm glad to know he's here for me. We are all here for each other.

~Evan's POV~

All we can do is watch as our bodies are mourned over by our friends and family. They think we aren't there, but really, we're only a few feet from them, standing by a tree, witnessing the funeral take place. It hurts my heart (even though it does nothing now that I'm dead) to see my loved ones in such a sad state. Each body is buried, one by one. Roses are thrown onto our coffins. When it comes to my coffin, which is last for some reason, I wave at my friends pointlessly and whisper "Don't get here too quick guys," and float back up to my cloud.

~Lauren's POV~

Hell is shit. Especially when I'm stuck with Georgia. We just keep getting leave baths that burn our skin, but don't kill us (obviously). It's just boring. No entertainment, just torture. Karma, I guess. Every day, at midday, a tall, red, horned creature comes and takes us to a new form of torture. This time, we are taken to a pit of nails and thrown in like a can into a bin. "Well this fucking sucks," I shout.