The Chosen 5

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(Mousie) I walked alone in the forest. It was my fault that Barney was dead. If I had pulled Shelby out earlier... I didn't even know if she was out now. Probably not... By now it's long turned night there. Shelby is pretty tough but, doing that parkour, with the mobs... Tears fell down my cheeks. OW! The world started to fade to black.

(JonJon) "Dawn?!? Dawn?!?" I called out to him. Still no response. I started to shake him. "DAWN?!?" I said again. I turned back at everyone to see that they all left. I took his pulse again because I didn't know what else to do. It's fading. NO DAWN!!! I looked at his chest. HE'S NOT BREATHING!!! I did the only thing you could do. I started to give him C.P.R. Please Dawn...

(Max) I was running as fast as I could. With me being "suppose to" be dead and me being one of The Chosen 5, I guess now it'd be The Chosen 7, unless if Ross isn't okay... I can't think like that. He has to. He just has to. Anyways, with me being one of The Chosen 5 and suppose to be dead, I could run faster then humanly possible. Finally, (once I stopped rambling about how what The Chosen 5 should actually be...) once I got to Ross, there was about a ft. deep hole around him. He must have been going fast. I jumped down. Please, Ross, be okay. You have to be okay. I took his pulse. Nothing. Oh God, Ross. I gave him C.P.R. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Ross... I cradled him in my arms. The only thing that could help him was Tommy or Dawn. With Dawn the way he was and Tommy was to far away to do anything, he was probably done. No Ross... I kissed him. I held up his body and started to walk back. Tears fell of my cheeks and on to his corpse. (Finally spelled it good enough autocorrect could help)

(Dawn) My head hurt like crazy. The darkness started to fade to a crying Jon. "Dawn..." I could hear through his tears. "Jon, are you okay?" I asked. He looked at me and pulled me into a hug. "Oh thank god(I said it again) your okay!" he said. I said,"Why wouldn't I-"

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