Well, to say the least, we had two new not-so happy members of the group, both of them said that I had killed them. I told them that I didn't doubt it. After all, I probably had if the other three didn't I just didn't remember that either. I wish I could remember why we were forced to kill more people. There are now 6 of us flower dwellers and it doesn't feel complete yet. That's bad and I know that for a fact. Wait a second, "that smells like human blood," I said, "and it smells good." Oh man, this is it, more of the dying of innocent people. Oh god I thought, here we go again. All went black. I woke up with my new friend right in front of me. I quickly realized that I had just been the one to kill her so I jumped forward and apologized while I embraced her, desperate for some forgiveness. "Oh my god!" She screamed, "you are going to tell me what just happened there, and you're going to tell me now!" I shrugged and told her that it wasn't going to be as bad as she made it seem. "Not that bad?! NOT THAT BAD?!" She screeched, "you literally just told me that I am dead!" "Not fully dead," I quickly remarked, "think of it as a second life." "Fine," she reluctantly replied. Whew, that could have been a disaster. I showed her where she would have to live. She went in and put on some leaf- clothes. She came out and I introduced her to the others. She was kindly welcomed, with a painful death.
