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Nu'est {No Survivors}

"What happened?" A bystander asked.

"Car crash, six people." Another one answered.

"Any survivors?" The first pipes. The second shakes his head sadly.
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Nobody could explain what caused the crash, but it happened. The black sedan driving down the road late that night just suddenly spun out, causing it to roll, the six people inside flapping around like rag-dolls.
Rolling almost in slow motion, it seemed like hours before the car stopped moving.

Aron was the first to be found, laying facedown in a ditch about fifteen feet away from the wreckage. They concluded that he was killed on impact, being thrown through the windshield as the vehicle rolled. He hadn't felt any pain.

The second was Baekho, who was lying face up in the middle of the road. He had a gash on his head, which was bleeding profusely, but he wasn't dead. The paramedics didn't bother trying to save him. They just simply comforted him in his last moments of life.

"I wanna go home." He whispered, just before the light left his eyes. The paramedics gave each other sad looks at his last words, before setting him next to Aron, a white sheet covering him.

Ren was found next, halfway out the car, his upper body on the asphalt and his legs on the roof of the car. His porcelain face was unmarked by the crash. He looked just like a doll, sleeping peacefully, instead of a guy who just endured a rollover car crash.

The last three were found together in the backseat of the car. JR and Minhyun, with Kinzie in the middle. The two had hugged their bodies around hers as if protecting her. They had made a shield for her, taking most of the blow in order to save her. Though the plan failed, she had the least damage caused to her.

When they took the three out of the car, they were surprised to see the each boy had one of her hands intertwined with theirs. They set them next to the others, allowing their hands to stay connected as they covered them also with white sheets.

People had now gathered at the scene, checking out what all the buzz was about.

"What happened?" One girl asked, as if they magically knew exactly what happened. The paramedics shook their heads solemnly. Their jobs were always hard, they were paramedics for gods sakes, but something about this made their jobs ten times harder. One of them brought a walkie talkie up to her mouth, calling the hospital for her analysis.

"Car crash on Old Wadworth. Black sedan containing six people, five male, one female." She paused and dropped the walkie talkie to her side, sighing before continuing, "no survivors."