I Forgive You [Crafting Dead] - Season 10

Cracked lens.

It was a sad day for those at the CDC. 2 friends - or who used to be friends - died in the span of a week. Nick felt extremely guilty, and continued to insist it was his fault. The atmosphere had completely changed as the sad news spread across to everyone whom stayed at the CDC, and even the guards fell silent at the mention of their names.

"Is everything almost ready?", Nick asked as he approached Gray.

"The funeral is all set. Although, we didn't find much where Cory supposedly died... nothing but a cracked lens," Gray sighed.

"You mean his body wasn't there? But... how? Do you think maybe Red-?"

"I think its gettin' late. You should rest before the funeral tomorrow," a voice came from behind him. Nick quickly swivelled around.

"...Oh... Bobby.. Yeah, right, i forgot." Nick said in a mutter, nodding and walking past him, out into the courtyard. The setting was rather gloomy. Oak benches were placed in rows, there was a platform which would be used for the 'priest' at the front and either side were two tables. Uni's body laid on one, covered by a cloth and that single cracked lens on the other. A rush of guilt spread through Nick's body as he stared at it from a distance. This was all his fault. If he had done something about Cory, if he had just noticed when he started acting suspicious. Then maybe he could have prevented all of this.

"Come on, Nick, lets go to bed," Ghetto said as he walked past, gesturing for Nick to follow. He nodded, tearing his eyes away from the two tables in which his friends lay. He followed ghetto to the rooms, tiredly rubbing his eyes. He was so tired but it felt like it was impossible to sleep. The funeral was tomorrow, what if something went wrong? What if red decided to come back? What if, in the morning, the body and the cracked lens were gone?

He dragged his feet over to his bed and groaned, flopping down onto the covers.

"Night, Nick," ghetto said to his friend tiredly. Nick nodded and crawled under his own cover, slowly closing his eyes. He almost instantly felt himself falling asleep, the world slowly fading away into the mist of dreams.

["Nick! I found Cory! He's alive!" Uni exclaimed.

A figure approached nick, although this person certainly didn't have a lens for a face. He was dressed in red from head to toe, his teeth were pointy and stained in blood. Human blood.

"Uni, that isn't Cory." Nick frowned, staring at the blue-haired male in disbelief.

"What do you mean it isn't Cory? Of course it is!"

The man dressed in red grinned. "What's the matter, nick? Aren't you glad I'm alive? Surely this is what you wanted."

"Uni, stay away from him! That isn't Cory, you have to believe me."

"Nick, I can't believe you would say that... Come on Cory, let's go show the others you're back."

Frowning, Uni grabbed the man's hand and stormed away from him. Nick couldn't believe it. How could Uni see that guy as Cory? He looked like a cold-blooded killer, in which Cory was nothing alike... was he?

"Something wrong?" Someone hissed behind his ear. Nick tensed up, quickly turning to face the red man again. How did he get behind him?

"What do you want?" Nick asked quickly, and couldn't help but notice there was now more blood dripping from his mouth and down his red clothing.

"Oh, Nick, you know exactly what I want," He cackled, pulling out a knife and jamming it into Nick's torso. Nick tried to scream, but nothing else would come out of his mouth. He gasped for air and fell to his knees, clutching his wound.