VI: DIAZO

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My eyes were still heavy after what happened. We have to outwit the killer and we were aware of the fact that they can't be easily defeated.Aside from the fact that we don't know who our enemies are ,it seems like they knew every area of this mountain.

We wanted to bury the corpses but it wouldn't be safe. We don't want to but we have to leave their bodies there. We would ask the authorities to get their bodies once we got home. We are not safe by the fact that we are still in this mountain.We don't know where we are going to,since our tourist guide still can't talk. He looked like in trauma, carrying his own knapsack that  was also covered with blood.We have to endure the stingy smell of the blood cause we couldn't just leave them knowing that our important necessities were in our bags. All we want now is to leave on this mountain but how? We continued walking not knowing where we are going to ,we only knew that we should stay away from the very part where the three of us have been slain.

We should be six equal numbers of boys and girls remaining but the four mountaineer chose to have their own path after knowing what was on the note. "THERE'S NO TURNING BACK, YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE". We tried to convince them specially the blonde who seemed like the leader of those four climbers.  We tried to stop them but it only ended up for an argue.

Our plan was to find a way out of here , we all agreed up on it  since that was the best thing to do. Yet, we don't know which part of the mountain  we are. The huge trees surrounded the area and tall grasses surrounded our way. The silence and the semi-dark surrounding makes the place scarier. I don't know what had happened to  the four now , if they were on danger or safer. We should be one in a group but I can't blame them if they chose to be apart from us. Maybe they have different survival instincts than we have. They were lead by the bold, blonde girl with her boyfriend and two more girls. Maybe they were  friends. I don't like their attitude though. But, I understand them. Everybody could become freak when they are with this situation. Even they accused Tyler for leading us to death. We already had walked long enough now but no one ever dared to speak. The only  noise heard was the howling of winds as it hit the thick bushes and leafy leaves of the trees and the noise made by our every steps as our feet touches the dried leaves on the ground.

"Never told mama I'll be dying," a thin, graceful lady said while she was walking beside me. She was wearing skinny black jacket and black pants. She was quite skinny or she was just too sexy. I have slowed my pace that I didn't notice she was already by my side. I was ahead of her lately.  She was laughing but I know it wasn't heart felt. She was trying to break the deafening silence between us. I just smiled at her.

"What about yours?" She added while we continue our walk.

"I didn't tell her either, but I bet she was watching me from heaven." She stopped for a moment and continued walking. I can see it in her eyes that she felt pity on me.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know.... I shouldn't ask. You know.. I like your hair. I just laughed at what she said. The fact that she converted the topic by praising my hair was quite funny. I bet she doesn't really appreciate my hair, she just used it to change the topic. I'm starting to like her. Well, she was beautiful and friendly.

"I like your hair too," I responded. And I was just stating facts. I am not a flowery mouthed gal but I'm not frank too. I'm between them.

She has this curly, black hair and on pony tail like mine. She had well formed lips and nose that complimented her oval shaped face.

"Sylph" she said that made me confused. I don't know what she was saying. Maybe she's introducing herself to me.

" I said I'm Sylph, I guess we should know each other before we got killed here," she said jokingly but on point. She must have noticed that I got puzzled on what she said. I liked her humor.  At the very least, we should know each other's name. It was such a shame when we were still strangers to each other here but we were together before our own deaths.

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