Skys POV
"Mitch?" I say, Mitch is standing under me his eyes huge look up at me. I lower my knife and hold out my hand.
I pull him up and he hugged me. He asked me if Jerome was with us. I caught myself, But I did not cry, I refused to cry. "No, Hes not, Hes, Hes, Hes dead." I tell him starting to cry.
His face is shocked. He hugs me again and tells me he is sorry. I hear another twig snap. I look abiut 20 yards away there is deer grazing on the grass. My eyes light up I see my dinner. I plant my feet and throw my knife. Landing perfectly in the deres throat.
Mitchc helps me carry it back. Every one is Happy and Estatic to see Mitch.
Off in the distance we hear a scream. Not Just any scream.But yet a very blood chilling familer scream.
