Twelve- Chris

We were walking to The Falls when I saw her. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She looked like a sad, sleeping angel the way her hair fell across her pale face. She was passed out on the side of the dirt road that only people from town or people passing through usually travel on. She wasn’t anyone from town I’d ever seen.

She was next to a large man in pink clothing with a bullet wound in his chest and a large SUV with a boy in it. And she was like us, we were all sure of it.

We buried the man and the boy together, even though we didn’t know them or trust the girl, we might as well dispose of the bodies that were no good to her now. After that, we took her back to the house and blindfolded her when we got inside. Now all we had to do was wait for her to wake up and tell us who the hell she was…