Chapter Eleven

I wander through the woods, unsure where I'm going.

It's colder than it has been in days--cold enough that I can see my breath.

I wish it would snow. If it snowed, it would be beautiful.

I would be able to hear the flakes of snow hitting the ground and see the light from the street lamps reflecting off of them.

Back home, when it snowed, I would curl up by the fire and watch it, feeling warm and safe. I want nothing more than to be back there now.

But I'm not.

I'm out here, and I'm lost, and I have no idea what to do.

Not without Parker.

As I walk, I come across the edge of a cliff, and I look down into the water below.

Nothing feels real or tangible.

I keep thinking about seeing Lance kill Parker.

It's like I'm still there.

I don't want to have to relive that again.

I don't want to see Parker die.

I don't want to be here alone, but I am. And it's dark and it's cold, and if I'm going to survive, I have to make a plan.

"What would Parker do?" I ask myself.

"First, you ne