"Please Trina, please." The kill order continued

Mark woke up from the berg crash with a pulsating headache. He could hear the distant and muted echo of shouts, which he thought to be cranks.

He then relaxed again letting himself drown in slumber. Flashbacks of the crash flipped through his mind, and the last thing he remembered was Trina throwing her arms around his neck. Kissing him.

"Trina." He immediately jolted up and looked all around him. "What happened to her? Where is she? Is she okay?" He asked himself millions of questions. His heart was racing.

He let out and anguish scream as if a crank had stabbed him directly in the heart. He collapsed to his knees and buried his head in his hands. "I have to find her."

Mark ran through the scene overcrowded with peices of the berg. He looked anywhere she could possibly be. Then he spotted her. Trina's arms,legs and hair were caked with blood. Mark was on her in a second, pushing every scrap of metal off her body.

Her soft, painted lips were closed, as well as her elegant eyes. Her cold copse lay there motionless while mark put both hands on her chest, beginning CPR. Explosions of pain burst in Mark's heart as he feared the worst. Tears rolled down his cheeks but he continued pushing on her chest. "Please Trina, please."