[centre][color=bc8dbf][i][h3]Cassandra[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: camp grounds
Interacting with:[@Maria 127][@BlackPanther]
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[color=f6989d]"You gotta hold on, hold , Take my hand, I'm standing right here You gotta hold on..."[/color] the few lyrics rolled out her mouth, a little sluggish, raw and her voice trailed off as she watched the twins be loaded in. She looked to the officer as he wrapped a blanket around her, blearily.[color=f6989d] "I don't now. My arm. It hurts. So much blood"[/color] She blinked, and looked about, [color=f6989d]"So much...How can we survive?"[/color]

She started to cry. What if she was already dead, and this was merely all she had? A replay of it, over and over again. She didn't have the strength to wipe away her tears, instead they mingled with the blood and dirt on her face, stinging with their saltiness, and she wasn't aware of being tugged up gently, but when they tried to lead her away, she let out a cry, refusing to move. [color=f6989d]"My guitar!"[/color] She cried out, refusing to move until it had been located.

And then she went peacefully, but refused to leave until she knew the others were being taken care off. Even if she was dead, that wouldn't stop her making sure her friends were okay.