A/N: This does have a lesbian context to it, so if offended, stop reading now.
A/N 2: I do not own the characters or the show, so please don't sue me. There is no copyright infringement whatsoever.
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CHAPTER FOUR:
Hundreds, if not thousands, of bodies lay carelessly stacked upon each other. Men, women and children tossed into the heap without any sense of dignity. Eyes wide open but dead to the world. The rising stench from the bodies circulated in the blazing sun, as sounds of vultures could be heard.
"What happened?" Brooke's voice could be barely heard and Sam ran a hand over her back, pulling her closer.
"I don't know." Sam tried to find some sign of life in the distanced village and could see no one. Was this where Jorge was talking about? She stood up and started to climb down the dune towards the village.
"Sam!" She heard Brooke cry out and felt the blonde running after her. She stopped before the bodies and felt anger brewing inside her. How could people do this?
Brooke stood beside her and raised her camera, and recorded what she could only describe as hell on earth in film. Tears streamed down her cheeks behind the camera. She moved around the bodies, continually pressing the button. She dropped the camera around her neck and looked over at Sam who hadn't moved an inch. She could feel the tears on her cheeks, but didn't want to wipe them away. This wasn't a place to hide tears. No one else was crying for these people.
A faint sound could be heard, a sound of a baby crying. Sam and Brooke both looked up at each other to make sure they were hearing right, before looking to the heap of bodies.
"No, no, no!" Sam said, running towards the pile. She could feel the nausea burn through her, as she pulled bodies from each other. Brooke was at her side, helping her with the heavy weight of the lifeless forms.
"Oh God!" Brooke said as she carefully lifted the tiny person into her arms. The infant couldn't be more than a few weeks old, and was struggling to cry. Sam yanked her sweater which had been tied around her waist off in hope to wrap the baby up. The baby was too small and too weak. Brooke held her to her, rocking, amongst the dead, feeling another die in her arms.
Sam watched the blonde rock, and spoke gently, "We were too late… we need to go."
Brooke's teary eyes met with concerned once and she nodded, "We need to bury her."
They dug the hole with their hands in silence, and gently placed the child inside. As they covered it, Brooke's sobs broke through. "Why the hell is this happening? Why aren't we trying to stop it?"
"Ignorance is bliss," Sam stated harshly, before standing up. She watched Brooke smooth the sand over and stand with her. She knew that this was Brooke's moment, the moment when all innocence was lost, and she sincerely hoped, Brooke wouldn't let the moment become her life. It had happened to some, she had known some. She remembered hers, witnessing a boy being gunned down by jeering men.
Brooke looked at her, and wiped her tears from her cheeks with the back of hand. "Can we go now?"
The two walked in silence, fingers entwined with each other's through the sand.
Yuri was waiting for them by the dunes, as they pulled the truck up. He had been prepared to shout at them for their stupidity, but seeing the ashen faces, he knew that there was no need. Sam climbed out, and handed him the keys. Brooke walked away towards the dunes.
Yuri watched her leave before turning to Sam placing a hand on her shoulder. "Sam, what happened?" He was gentle, and Sam wanted to cry. "It was horrible, there were so many bodies and she died in Brooke's arms." She couldn't fight the tears anymore and threw herself into Yuri's arms. Yuri hugged her close not understanding, but not questioning.
"Yuri, man… Luce is looking for you…" Hugh called out as he limped towards them, not seeing Sam. He stopped immediately replaced with concern. "Sam… what happened?"
Yuri shook his head at him and gestured to come closer, turning Sam to the boy. Sam let herself be hugged and comforted by Hugh's soothing words.
Brooke was watching them from her spot in the dunes and felt herself cry at Sam's cries. She wanted to be the one hugging Sam. She wanted to be the one doing the comfort. Sam's tears broke her heart all over again.
Hugh guided Sam to a quieter area behind the operational tent, and sat her on crate, before sitting down himself. He winced at the discomfort the movement caused his ribs, and Sam looked over at him. He looked terrible. An ugly stitched wound above his left eye, a bruise shielding his right eye, his arms black and blue with a foot imprint in his shoulder. "You look like shit." She whispered.
Hugh laughed, "So do you."
Sam smiled weakly, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. Hugh slid his crate to be closer to her. "What did you see? I mean, I've never seen you like this before."
Sam shook her head, and broke eye contact. "There were so many bodies… Jorge gave me the address of a mass grave."
"Holy shit!" exclaimed Hugh, putting his hand around Sam. Sam rested her head on his shoulder, and felt comforted by his finger tips stroking her hair. They sat in silence for a few moments before Sam pulled her head away. She smiled gently at Hugh who returned it. Hugh leaned forward and let his lips touch Sam's. Sam was momentarily surprised by the contact, but let her eyes fall close, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She pushed herself into him, and felt him tightened his arms around her. Their tongues duelled, their hands held each other in place. Hugh let his hand slide down her back, massaging the base of her spine gently. Sam pulled back from the contact, and watched Hugh who was staring at her with hooded desire.
"I'm sorry… I can't do this now," Sam muttered as she ran from him.
Brooke hadn't moved from her spot on the dunes from the moment they had returned. She watched the people below her move along with their routines, envying them for not seeing what she had seen. For not holding a child who died in their arms. For not having to bury an infant in a make-shift and unmarked grave. Then again, maybe they did. In fact, they probably did. How can they keep moving on? Brooke wondered as she felt the heat of the sun lessen as it began to sink in the distance.
"Hey you," Sam said softly as she wrapped a blanket around the blonde's shoulders. Brooke pulled the blanket to her, unaware that she had been shivering. She said nothing but watched as Sam sat down beside her and handed her a bowl of food. She shook her head, but the brunette forced it into her hand.
"You need to eat." She ordered.
Brooke felt as if she was forcing the food down, a feeling she hadn't felt since she was a teenager. But knowing that Sam was watching her, she finished the meal. It didn't make her feel better but made her feel alive. Brooke placed the empty bowl between her feet and continued watching the camp prepare for the night. She felt Sam move closer to her, and hand her a bottle of beer.
"Yuri thought we might need these." Sam stated as she uncapped her own.
Brooke nodded and opened hers. She looked over at Sam for the first time since the brunette had joined her. The dark brown eyes were filled with concern, with sadness, and with love. Brooke smiled, and Sam knew that she hadn't lost Brooke. Brooke would keep living. They clinked their bottles together.
They drank in silence, watching the lights dim within the tent. Sam shivered as she felt the cold night hit her. Brooke noticed and lifted the blanket to let Sam under. The two huddled in the warmth of the material and of each other.
"How much therapy do you think we're going to need when we get home?" Brooke asked suddenly.
Sam laughed out loud, a laugh that could only be brought on by the aftermath of stress. She looked at Brooke who had a smile on her face. "Do you think anyone would be brave enough to take us on?"
Brooke giggled, and shook her head. Their laughter had ended as quickly as it had started. Brooke leaned her head against Sam's and Sam wrapped her arm around the taller girl's waist. "I never want to forget that." Brooke's voice was barely audible. "Never let me forget it, Sam." Sam nodded.
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"Sam!" Sam sat up at the sound of her name being cried out, and tried to readjust her eyes to the darkness. She could hear whimpering and cries from across the tent, and was immediately at Brooke's side. She shook the blonde gently, whispering, "Brooke, it's okay, it's just a dream."
Brooke opened her eyes, and felt Sam's hand on her shoulder. She could feel a sheet of sweat clinging to her body and threw the blanket of her, letting the cold air hit her. She grabbed Sam's hand with her own. "Don't leave me."
"I'll never leave you," Sam whispered earnestly.
Brooke kept her grip on the comforting hand and pulled Sam towards her, hugging her tightly to her chest. "Stay with me."
Sam crawled into the small bed, and due to the lack of space, lay half on top of the taller woman. Brooke held the brunette to her, feeling comfort in the warmth of another person, of the even breathing against her neck. Sam relished in the sound of the steady heartbeat and the hand on her back.
Sam opened her eyes slowly and for the first time in a long time she forgot where she was. She felt at home. She studied her surroundings, taking in the sandy floor, the empty bed across from her, the half-worn candles, the scattered bags, letting the clues of her location connect inside her mind before finally, the realisation sink in. She could feel the body beneath her and knew it was Brooke. She leant up on one elbow and watched the blonde sleep. She idly traced a finger along the jawbone, and across the soft lips before lowering her head, with the intention of replacing her fingers with her lips.
"Fuck!" She whispered as she realised what she was about to do. She jumped up with such force that the blonde shot up, stunned. "Sam, you okay?"
"Yeah… I've got to go," Sam muttered, looking everywhere but at the woman she was just about to kiss.
Brooke watched the brunette flee from the tent in confusion, feeling the emptiness of the tent.
"Sam!" Hugh yelled as he limped across the camp towards the brunette who was hurrying through the tents. Sam stopped and looked at him, and felt confused. She wanted to run, everything told her to run, but she slowed her steps. She turned around and saw Brooke standing in the doorway of the tent watching her, and she felt panicked. When Hugh reached her, she forced a smile.
"Are you okay?" Hugh asked softly, placing his hand on her shoulder, noticing her jump beneath it. Sam nodded. "Really? I mean, about yesterday… about the kiss?"
"Let's forget it." Sam said all too quickly.
Hugh looked hurt but nodded. "If you want to…"
"I'm sorry Hugh," Sam interrupted. "I just can't… I've got to go."
She glanced back at the tent and found the blonde no longer there and then to Hugh's hurt face. She muttered another apology and continued moving fast.
The largest problem Sam found with her current situation was that when she needed to run, there was nowhere to run to. Once she reached the end of the camp, she stopped moving, and felt the urge to scream in frustration. She hadn't felt this confused since she was sixteen, and this was not the time to be confused again.
"Brooke?" The blonde turned to the Indian accent and smiled as she saw Dev coming towards her. "Are you okay?"
Brooke nodded and then shook her head, "I don't know."
She sat down in the warm sand, pulled her knees up and lay down. She watched Dev as he sat beside her. He met her hazel eyes with his dark eyes and smiled, "You seem lost."
Brooke laughed without feeling, "I feel it."
Dev placed a hand on her knee, "You know, I'm here if you ever want to talk."
Brooke nodded, "Thanks, but I don't need to talk. Talking means nothing at the moment."
Dev seemed confused but let it pass. "So what are you going to do today then?"
Brooke closed her eyes and thought for a moment before opening them and looking back at him, "Anything that doesn't involve a moving vehicle of any kind."
Dev grinned, "I understand that… want to work with me…"
Brooke wanted to be with Sam, but the brunette had vanished from view, yet again. She sat up and smiled at Dev, "And what work would that be?"
"Nothing attractive. Building tents?"
Brooke frowned, "I have no idea how to build a tent."
Dev stood up and lifted his hand out to pull Brooke to her feet, "Well, I'm a great teacher."
Sam had spent an hour wandering between the dunes, trying to figure out that near-kiss she had made earlier that morning. She wanted to believe that it was in the spur of the moment, and tried to rationalise that it was due to the emotional events of the last two days. She knew that she was lying to herself, but lying was easier. She couldn't let herself be honest, it would only complicate things. The last thing she wanted to be doing was trying to solve matters of the heart. She decided that she was going to stop these thoughts and forget it. However, when she had returned to the camp, she found the centre of her thoughts in the company of an attractive Indian... Those feelings weren't going to go away, were they?
She sidestepped the tent building and went towards the medical tent. She needed to focus on her story. She stepped inside to the stifling heat and the stench of untended wounds, and let the reality step back into her life. Yuri spotted her and walked towards her, "Sam, how are you?"
Sam shrugged, "I'm okay… I want to do interviews."
Yuri was stunned at the change from the emotional wreck of a girl of yesterday to the numbed woman before him. "You could take a break?"
"And do what?" She asked impatiently. "I need to be doing something."
Yuri relented and called over a scrawny, African man of about thirty over, "Jonah! Can you do translations please?"
The bald man looked over and saw Sam. He nodded and approached Sam. He liked the journalist, and thought her to be unlike others he had translated for. She cared. "Sure… Jaja is able to talk now, if you want?"
Sam looked to the weak man that lay in a nearby cot. It was impossible to believe that the man that lay there was in his early twenties, as fear had aged him. Sam could remember when he had arrived. He had hobbled on a stick, screaming and crying at the top of his voice in the middle of the night. She and a few others had been on guard and heard his cries from the distance. On arriving, he had grabbed her shirt and fell to his knees, moaning over and over again. It wasn't until Hugh had shone a torch on him that they saw he had been bleeding profusely from his side. Now, he was haunted, as were many of the people.
She pulled a crate over to his bed, and smiled gently as she sat down. Jonah sat on the other side of the bed and explained quietly to him what Sam was going to do. Jaja nodded before looking at Sam expectantly.
"How old are you?" Sam listened as Jonah gently translated her words to the defeated man. Jonah repeated Jaja's words as if they were his own.
"I am twenty three."
"Where do you come from?"
"Near Kusti, a small river village."
Sam sighed and smiled softly at Jaja, knowing the easy questions were over. She glanced around the tent and seeing the other patients, all of whom had stories, in fact their stories were all they had left. She knew some of their stories and wanted to know all of them. She returned her dark eyes to the empty ones before her. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Jaja, what happened?"
She listened as he murmured in soft tones, and as Jonah translated just as softly.
"My wife was getting the water, my daughter was outside playing. I was working in the city. It takes me two hours to walk there and back. I got back and it was quiet. There were no sounds. There were no noises. People were looking at me as if I was not there. I knew my wife and child were dead before I found them. My daughter was shot in the chest. She was still holding her toy in her hand. She was so small. I tried to make her live, but she was cold. My wife, I could not find. I could not find her face. She had no face. They shot her face. They tore her dress. They did things they shouldn't do. They raped her and they shot her."
Jaja looked away from the ceiling and turned his eyes to Sam's grabbing her arm in his strong fingers. He lifted his head, and spoke without feeling. Sam didn't remove her eyes from him as she asked Jonah what he was saying.
"They wanted me. They wanted the man. I was not there. They kill my family. My wife is dead. My child is dead. I am dead. There is nothing you people can do to stop us from being dead, even when we are alive."
His eyes raised to above her head, and Sam knew without looking that someone was standing behind her. She knew who it was from the hand placed on her shoulder. She watched as Jaja collapsed back on the bed returning his gaze to the cloth ceiling. She wanted to know more, she leant closer still feeling a hand on her shoulder.
"Jaja, how did you come here? How did you get hurt?"
"People were leaving our village. They were frightened. Their sons were dead, their husbands were dead. I buried my wife and child and I left. I tried to find help, but there was nowhere. I spend weeks walking when I saw men. They were bad men and had guns. I asked for water. They laughed at me. They spit at me. They hit me. They kick me. I try to run but they catch me. They call me names. They hurt me. They do not leave me go. I think they will kill me, but they do not. They tell me I can go. I run but they shoot me. I come here."
Sam nodded and whispered a thank you as she stood up. Jaja was another ghost, one among millions of ghost. She stood up and felt the hand drop from her shoulder. She turned to see hazel eyes filling with tears. Brooke gestured to her camera and Sam nodded. People don't believe in ghosts without proof. She heard the shutter as Brooke clicked it three times.
Brooke lifted the camera away from her eye and studied the young man. He was younger than she was, and yet seemed older than her father. He had lost everything and everyone he had lost and still he breathed.
She touched him gently on the shoulder as she left, and felt nothing beneath her hand. If his chest wasn't rising, she would have mistaken his as being dead.
She found Sam outside the tent, "Hey… that was…"
"Brooke, can we not talk about it?" Sam said, turning to her. Brooke was surprised and Sam softened her features. "I'm sorry… I just can't talk about it yet."
Brooke understood. Some things just can't be talked about. "Where did you go this morning?"
Sam looked at her in a slight panic, "Eh… I had to do something… I had to… you were busy with… Dev." She ended in disappointment.
Brooke raised an eyebrow, "I hope you can write better than you can speak."
Sam laughed lightly, "I'm sorry. Can we forget it?"
Brooke was concerned and wanted to know more, usually she'd let it be. But this time she wanted to know, "Forget what?" Sam said nothing and Brooke stepped closer, brushing a hand gently through the dark wild tresses, smoothing them down. "I missed you." Brooke's voice was so gentle that it made Sam want to pull her closer."Brooke!"
The two women turned to see Dev running towards them, stepping apart from each other.
"I was beginning to miss you," Dev declared as he reached them. Sam couldn't help but raise her eyes. An action that didn't go unnoticed by the taller blonde. She turned to him and smiled, "I was doing some stuff with Sam."
Dev glanced at Sam and grinned. Sam nodded to him in greeting. She felt very much like she was being a third wheel, and a small part of her wanted to leave. But she wanted to feel close to the blonde. She needed it after speaking to Jaja.
"We were just finishing the last tent, and I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk, the view of the camp is fantastic from over there… for a photo, I mean"
Brooke nodded, "Yeah," She joined him, grabbing Sam's hand pulling her along with them. Sam couldn't help but smile at Dev's face. The Indian hadn't intended on her coming along. Yet, she was going to be selfish, she was going to keep Brooke's company for now.
The three stood on top of the dune looking down at the camp, enjoying the panoramic view of the tents amongst the never-ending sand. They didn't say anything as Brooke took photos from various angles, eventually kneeling. Sam watched her with a bemused expression. Brooke dropped the camera around her neck and looked up to her, "What?"
"Have you always been this flash-happy?" Sam asked, with jest.
Brooke stuck her tongue out and elbowed her in the knee, causing the brunette to yelp. Sam hit her on the head with her notepad, which only caused Brooke to push her into the sand. Sam screamed as she hit the sand, and rolled over seeing Brooke laughing at her. Sam launched herself at her, tickling every available part of Brooke's body she could reach. Brooke pushed against her screaming and laughing, trying to free herself.
"Ahem," Dev cleared his throat loudly as he watched the two girls in almost embarrassment. Sam pulled herself up on her hands, still hovering over the taller blonde's body. The two looked at each grinning before looking at Dev who just shook his head, smiling. "Children," he muttered.
Sam glanced back at Brooke and suddenly felt aware of the closeness between them. She laughed awkwardly as she pulled herself up. "I better go and see how Hugh is doing… I'll catch up with you later." She mumbled as she left quickly.
Brooke stood up and brushed the sand from her clothes and her camera, before smiling over at Dev. She watched Sam's form grow smaller as she disappeared amongst the mass of tents and people.
"Everything looks so small from here," She said absently-minded and then grimaced as she thought how stupid that must have sounded. Dev chuckled and moved closer to her, "Yeah, it is… Brooke, I have something to ask you."
Brooke looked over at him and she knew what he was going to ask. She had been with enough people to know what is going to happen. She liked him. He was charming, funny and a gentleman. And he was gorgeous to look at, but this wasn't the place to be looking for a future husband. In fact, she didn't even want a future husband. That thought had surprised her, because for years she thought that was exactly what she wanted. Not anymore, not since coming here. Not since… She closed her eyes tightly to halt that train of thoughts.
"I like you. You're special… I was wondering…"
She had to stop him, "Dev, you're a great guy, and if we were anywhere else, I'd definitely consider, but…" She spread her arms gesturing their location, "This isn't the place."
Dev studied her for a moment before nodding, "You're right… I've been here for so long, and you're the first person to remind me of a world unlike this one."
Brooke smiled gently at him, placing her hand on his arm.
They stood in silence before Dev cleared his throat, "Dinner should be ready now, and I believe it's your first time on food line."
"Shit! I forgot." Brooke almost shouted, dropping her hand and running down the dune, almost slipping in the sand. Dev chuckled as he followed her slowly.
"Samster and Anna are neck and neck after the terrible Jenga collapse for Petey." Hugh commentated loudly as the two girls were balancing a stack of bowls in one hand, with the other behind their back. "Charlie, add another bowl to both parties…" The blonde Brit balancing carefully on a heap of crates, added a bowl to each stack. "Thirty bowls for the Samster and for Aussie Annie… and still they're neck and neck!"
The crowd of children and their parents were watching the circus acts in glee while waiting for their meals to be prepared. Brooke pushed her way through the crowd and stood back watching the inane activities. "Another bowl please, Mr. Charles." Hugh ordered, obviously enjoying his position as ring-master. "Oh, I believe we have a record… Thirty one bowls, ladies and gentlemen…Hey Brooke!" The sandy-haired man yelled as he spotted the blonde.
Sam spun around at the sound of the blonde's name, her stack collapsing around her, some hitting her on the head.
The audience laughed as the brunette ducked, smiling sheepishly.
"We have a winner… Aussie Annie, our winner!"
The Australian jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "Go me!" She declared with a huge grin across the face, before shaking her hands with her opponent.
Sam walked over to Brooke, "Come on, I'll show you what's what…"
Brooke stood between Anna and Sam, and enjoyed listening to their banter as she ladled the food into the dishes past towards her.
"Sam, you can't be serious… Futurama is not better than The Simpsons!" Anna exclaimed almost hitting Brooke in the head with her ladle as she turned to face the brunette. "Nothing beats Homer."
"Yeah, but The Simpsons is based on the stupidity of a dysfunctional family, and the sheer coincidences of their whereabouts, causing the events in their lives." Sam said matter-of-factly.
"And being set in the future, in a time of space isn't just as inane," Brooke added before Anna got to continue her debate.
"Exactly," Anna said, banging her ladle against the vat, making the elderly woman before her jump. "Does she always over-analyse and philophise or however you say that word, everything?"
"Philosophise." Sam corrected, but was ignored.
"Yeah she does," Brooke laughed, pouring out another dish. "You should have heard her analysis on cheerleaders."
"Really?" Anna asked, obviously intrigued.
"Yeah. She would find any excuse to compare the cheer squad to demon spawn."
Anna laughed joyfully at this, "What was it she got into a battle about the other day? Oh yeah, the irrelevance of wasps… with an environmentalist vegan."
"No way!" Brooke exclaimed.
"You both do know that she is still here." Sam said quite unimpressed by the conversation taking place at her expense. Brooke turned to her.
"You arguing with an environmentalist vegan? What would Lily say?" Brooke asked quite cheerfully.
Sam laughed, "Let's just make sure she never finds out."
"What was it you said to Elena?" Anna asked, waving the ladle in the air as if it would bring back memories. "Oh yes! If you had to choose between the wasp or the tiger, which would you choose?"
"I was right though," Sam shouted defensively, "You would save the cuter of the two… the tiger." She turned to her queue. "I hate wasps." She added as an afterthought.
Brooke laughed and also turned back to her queue. The three continued in their light-hearted conversation, as the queues became shorter. Brooke couldn't help but catching glimpses of Sam smiling gently at the people before her, or laughing carelessly at Anna's jokes, or simply listening with thoughtfulness in her dark eyes.
Brooke couldn't help but watch Sam all evening, looking away every time the brunette saw her. Sam had always fascinated her, but this was a part of Sam Brooke never knew. The part of her that made her want to watch her, hear her, be near her. The part that Brooke couldn't name. The part that scared her.
As the two lay in their beds in the darkness that night, they were so aware of each other. It made it impossible to sleep. After, what seemed an age of tossing and turning, Sam let out an exaggerated sign and heard Brooke giggle.
"You can't sleep?" Sam asked as she rolled to be facing the blonde even if she couldn't see her.
Brooke shook her head as she also rolled to face the other girl. "No, I can't stop thinking."
"Really? Am surprised you know how to think." Sam stated.
"Ha Ha!" Brooke laughed sarcastically.
The two stayed facing each other, despite not being able to see each other, and allowed the comfortable silence fall on them. It was Brooke who sighed this time.
"What you thinking about?" Sam asked.
"About you." Brooke stated without even thinking. On realisation of what she said, she continued, suddenly glad for the darkness. "I mean, why you're here… you're amazing."
Sam smiled, "You're here too, must mean you're amazing too."
"Yeah, but I've seen so little… and it's enough to torment me for the rest of my life. What you must have seen… I can't even begin to imagine it."
Sam perched herself up on her elbow, leaning her head on her hand, "Believe me Brooke, you've seen the worst."
Brooke nodded and became silent again. She heard Sam fall back on the bed and suddenly wanted to be there with her. "Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I sleep with you?"
Sam thought about it, remembering what nearly happened that morning but also remembering the comfort and the fact that the previous night sleep was the best she had. As she weighed the pros and cons in her head, she could hear Brooke's bed rustle as the blonde was trying to make herself comfortable. She guessed that the blonde took her silence as a no. Maybe that was a good thing.
"Yeah, you can." That came out of her mouth without permission and Sam nearly kicked herself. She could hear Brooke approach her and moved to make room. She felt Brooke's weight as she lay on the bed. Sam rolled on her back as the blonde moved on top of her, hugging her.
"Good night Sam," Brooke mumbled as she kissed the brunette's smooth neck. She froze as she moved her lips away trying to figure out why she did that. She felt Sam stiffen beneath her. Brooke snuggled her head into the crook of the Brunette's head, praying that Sam wouldn't question her or worse still, ask her to get out.
Sam tried to relax her breathing as she mumbled a good night. She had no idea why Brooke had done that, and assumed it to be as a result of their closeness. As she heard Brooke's breathing even, she relaxed.
The high-pitched screaming woke the two up, making them jump up in the bed. The screams of agonies were coming from many people.
"What's happening?" Brooke asked, as she struggled to pull her shoes on.
"I don't know," Sam answered as she too yanked on her shoes.
Within minutes from the blood-curdling screams, the two girls were out of their tent.