Cory's pov
I sat wide awake. Easy for me since I'm a night owl. With a war about to start, I can't imagine people SLEEPING. They could...

I looked behind me. Where I was laying down before, Shubs was still sound asleep. I loved her so much. And I'm scared to tell her. Awesome.

I look at everyone else, and around the room. I fill like it's flashing back and forth, one second there all sleeping, then their bodies are hung on sharp, metal hooks, blood scattered around the room.

I felt my breath pick up pace, my heart slamming into my chest. Tears started to slide down my cheeks, easily as oil on rust. I felt myself shaking, my arms no longer in my control, only vibrating.

More tears washed down my face, and I started to sob. I'm choked up, like a frog is in my throat.

"Cory?" A soft, relaxing voice asked.

I heard it. But I didn't. It was weird. I knew I heard it, and I tried to respond, but I didn't. I felt myself curl into a ball, digging my head into my cold knees.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...  I'm sorry..." I repeated.

I heard someone sit by me. I looked up, and expected the one person that would come over or hear me, Shelby.

"Cory, what happened?" She asked, worry echoing from her voice.

"I-I'm fine..." I muttered.

"Cory, tell me. ... is this about the war?" She asked.

"Yeah... I'm not scared... I know I'll live... but the rest of you... I have no clue." I finally answered.

"Cory..." She scooted closer to me, as I was now I a normal sitting position.

I scooted towards her. "Yeah?"

She scooted, now next to me. "Ill make it with you. I promise." I lifted her chin up.

"That's a promise made." I leaned in.

"We'll make it out together."