Adam's POV "KeyRa!" I yell out as she comes running to me. She had me in a tight hold, when Amanda split us apart. She mumbles something under her breath that I can't understand. "Adam! You left me! But, it's okay! You came back! You were just trying to save me!" KeyRa exclaims with excitement. "Us." Amanda says correcting her. "Uh, yeah, sure." She says quietly. She holds up a sharp object, that looks to be shears. She waves them around a bit before she takes a breath, and starts talking. "I decided I should have a weapon." She giggles a bit. "Finally!" Amanda days sarcastically. "Cool." I said smiling. "Let's keep moving!" Says Amanda. We walk about ten minutes before we take a rest. I'm carrying a duffel bag of weapons, she is carrying a shotgun, and KeyRa just doesn't have stamina. We are all breathing heavily when Amanda announces she needs to go to the restroom. "I'll go with!" Says KeyRa as she gets up. I wave them off and slump against the wall. I put all my stuff in front of me. I had seventeen bullets left. Enough to last us a little bit, unless we find more. That'd be great! About ten minutes later, I hear a scream come from the restroom. I immediately get up and sprint there, grabbing my pistol on the way, along with my duffel bag. I pull my pistol out and aim, and slowly creak open the bathroom door. I see Amanda lying there with KeyRa's shears pierced through her stomach. I see KeyRa standing over her smiling, then she turns around to look at me. She was walking towards me. "We can be together alone now Adam!" She screeches with excitement. "No." I say pointing the pistol at her. Everything switches to slow-motion as I pull the trigger. The blood splatters out of her face as the bullet grinds against the flesh. She drops like a rag-doll. I kneel beside Amanda. I check the wound, and slightly panicked mutter words of easement, while running my hand through her hair. I pulled the shears out, and take off my shirt. I'd describe my six-pack abs, and big muscles, but it is not freaking relevant! I wrap my shirt around her wound, and pick her up bridal style. I quickly sprint to where we previously left our first-aid kit. Then I realize, there is gonna be trouble along the way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whoa!!!