The blaze of the fire cast shadows upon their horror struck faces as that lames ate at the remainder of their bodies. Blood was spewed all over the walls, but most belonged to him when the father attacked him to protect his eight year old daughter. He was going to spare her, but when the girl's father raced his gun to him he lost it and killed them both. He didn't mean it but he had to save his self even if it meant sacrificing the one he loved. So to ease his pain and to get rid of all the evidence he set the house ablaze, all the while never shedding a tear because he knew deep down he knew there was someone better .some one who could make even happier then that other girl could.
Arisa stood in front of the tree that was the only thing that could be seen in the darkness that had spread throughout her mind .On the tree sat hundreds upon hundreds of ravens. She made no sound and nether did they. They were used to her now, or at lest that's how it seems