We had been walking for what felt like ages, and it was hard to believe that morning was still so far away I shook my head and kept moving forward trying to march to that beat of some song that was stuck in my head, everyone was trudging along behind me although I felt like I was going slow. I took a deep breath and stopped dead in my tracks underneath a tall willow tree , suddenly I felt a few droplets of something hit my head, I turned my head back to face the group behind me to see if anyone had also felt it thinking it was about to rain.
"Did anyone feel that?" I asked, but nobody seemed to feel anything but myself. After a moment or so Kyle came t my side and placed his hand on my cheek staring down at me with concern, "Did you cut yourself?" he questioned and I shook my head no , when suddenly I saw a few drops of something red hit his forehead, we both looked up instantly and I don't believe we could have screamed any louder. Hanging above us stripped completely of her clothing with cuts all over her body was Lela. I had completely forgotten she came on this trip with us, I invited her as a favor to her brother. The scene was horrible and I wanted to puke and scrub my skin until it fell off ... as if I could scrub the memories away... I looked over at the others he looked at us with clear confusion written on their faces.
"Is something wrong?" Ben asked curiously approaching the two of us slowly, I just placed my hand over my mouth and shut my eyes tightly as if trying to erase what I just saw. "Ben.. you may want to stay back." I heard Kyle shout out. "OH? and why is that?" he asked.. Kyle hesitated a long while before he answered "Lela .. Its lela.. She's dead.."
There was no sound but the sound of the wind blowing through the trees for an eternity before Ben finally took a deep breath and starting walking away from the body, nobody new how to react or what it is that we should say so we just watched as Ben fell to his knees and began to cry. I did not want to disturb him.. things have been tough enough for everyone so I figured letting him take the time to shed some tears over his lost loved ones would be beneficial.
I stood silently letting my hair blow in the wind lost so far in my thoughts I'm not sure hat anyone would have been able to pull me from them, I sat there on the verge of tears myself, but i didn't cry I just wanted to keep moving , I wanted to make sure that we all made it out of here alive so that we could cry then without the fear of death, but I guess that at this point for most of us death seemed more inviting that ever.