Seven

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Heather, Alejandro, and Trent walked through the forest. Trent and Alejandro holding knives that they stole from Duncan's bag, Heather holding a sharpened stick. 

"She's okay, Trent, we know it." Heather comforted the shaking musician. 

Alejandro nodded, "Gwen's strong, she won't die that quickly."

Heather immediately kicked him.

Trent seemed to have ignored the comment. "Yeah, you guys are right. Thanks. Y'know, it isn't really like you guys to be, uh, comforting. No offence."

Heather and Alejandro looked at each other and shrugged.

"Oh my god..." Trent whispered. 

"What?" Heather walked past them and looked down, "Oh crap!"

A body of a girl was lying on the dirt floor. 

"Is it...?" Alejandro asked as Heather kicked the body over to reveal their face.

Heather gave a sigh of relief, "Oh good. It's only Sierra."

"Heather!"

"Okay, okay fine." She gave a cough. "OH MY GOD SIERRA'S DEAD!"

She turned to the two guys, who's faces had gone pale.

"Heather...don't...move." Trent ordered.

Suddenly, she felt something sharp hit her back, and she went as pale as the guys.

Alejandro stood straighter, holding out the pocket knife. "Let her go." He ordered to the unknown person holding the knife to her back.

A sharp laugh came from the stranger. "Not likely."

The stranger grabbed Heather by the wrist. In response, she quickly kicked him in the groin.

"Agh!" He screamed, quickly letting her go. The guys quickly grabbed the stranger and pinned him to the ground. 

"Now, who are you." Heather pulled the dark mask off of the strangers face. 

Alejandro let out a gasp.

"Jose?"

//BAM PLOT//



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