Feb. 7 at 8:54 am
((And a bump from the gentleman with the bird wings))
Feb. 7 at 9:48 am
Serce laughs without humor, shaking her head. "That could be true, in a way. Sometimes just having someone to talk to can help," she says, shrugging.
Feb. 7 at 9:54 am
He frowned a bit. "Don't I wish." He watched the rain outside as it subsided. He would rather be asleep or dead like the others. Not here in his best friend's house hiding out.
Feb. 7 at 10:07 am
Serce runs a hand through her hair, sighing softly. "If this was a dream, we could wake up and everything would be fine... Jase would still be alive... Your friend... Everything would go back to normal once we woke up..."
Feb. 7 at 10:08 am
Vic suddenly had an idea. He went over to the end table and grabbed Heather's diary, then took it to Serce. "Can you open it?" he asked hopefully.
Feb. 7 at 10:21 am
Serce shrugs, carefully taking the book. "Possibly. It's smaller than locks Jase taught me to pick, but I could figure it out easily enough," she says, taking a hairpin from her pocket and straightening it out, nodding as the lock pops open after a few minutes. "There."
Feb. 7 at 10:33 am
Vic tok it back. He had an urge to hug the girl half to death. "Thank you." He went back to his chair and opened it. THe handwriting definitely belonged to Heather. He eagerly began to read.
Feb. 7 at 10:37 am
Serce smiles faintly, sliding the scrapbook out from beneath the couch and sighing. "No problem. Jase would have had it done in a few seconds, but I usually can do it if I pay attention. It was a way for me to think of something besides him."
Feb. 7 at 10:40 am
Vic read through it, not responding to Serce. He heard her, but he was looking for any clues of what had happened. Nothing. HE couldn't find nothing at all. Her last entry said that she had a good day, but she still felt bad because of something. Should he go and see what it was? She was starting to seem down.
Feb. 7 at 10:45 am
Serce bites her lip, pinning her bangs back out of her eyes and laying on the couch, hugging the scrapbook to her chest. "What happened here?" she whispers, looking up at the ceiling as if searching for answers to her question.
Feb. 7 at 10:49 am
Vic sighed. He wasn't going to fidn any answers. Out of curiosity, he flipped to the day of the dance and read it.
The dance was great! Vic took me, like the friend he is. He danced with me...It's not enough. It's never enough. He just confirmed what I already knew. COme on, Vic, why can't we be more?
Vic raised an eyebrow at that.
Feb. 7 at 5:21 pm
Cole was at the town hall now, he was wondering what had happened. When he finally busted the door Cole glanced at the room. With nothing to be found he went in deeper and saw the mess and blood. "What the" There were bones, it seemed like everyone was fighting.
Feb. 7 at 6:15 pm
Gia followed Cole into the room and bit back a gasp. Bones. Fighting. "What happened? Did everything get so bad that people had to fight for survival? To the death?" She shook her head in confusion.
Feb. 8 at 9:17 am
((And I hereby declare this a bump))
Victor put the diary down. "Okay, enough reading, let's go explore and find the others," he told Serce.
Feb. 8 at 9:49 am
Serce nods, closing the scrapbook and setting it down as she got to her feet. "Right. Let's go."
Feb. 8 at 9:57 am
HE walked out of the house and looked down the streets. Which road should he take? He took a wild guess and started off to the east.
Feb. 8 at 10:15 am
Serce follows quickly, dark silver eyes scanning the streets for any sign of the others. "They could have gone towards the town hall..." she suggests. "I know I would have if I hadn't ended up finding you."
Feb. 8 at 10:19 am
"Glad to know I make a difference." With a grin, he turned toward the town hall and began the journey. it seemed like it was going to rain again which was the last thing he wanted to walk in.
Feb. 8 at 10:27 am
Serce laughs softly, occasionally straying off course if she spotted something she wanted to check out, sometimes coming back with something. She usually discarded whatever she had found, but a few things she pocketed.
Feb. 8 at 10:34 am
When they reached the entrance, he stopped. "Are we sure about this?" he asked her. "We don't know what's in there."
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