hey all those in ones fan fiction land. I would like to royalty apologise for the ever so short chapter BUT thought I would give you something before i have to be murderd by my English Teacher. Jokes. Anyway have fun reading this and PLEASE review! See ya

I am not afraid- Chapter 8 (Zoe's POV)

After a while Frank popped his head round the door with a first aid kit in his hands. In the gloom behind him I can just see the illumination of Zero ghost face. Looking back at Dan I realise with a start that he is almost the same colour, but is also swaying slightly. The tut that comes from Frank is echoed off the walls of the bear room as he looks at the blood gathering at Dan's feet.

"Huh, wish someONE had told me earlier and not waited 25 minutes to!" Frank huffed looking pointedly at Zero. She shrugs: leaning against the door and crossing her arms giving off her usual 'does it look like I care' look.

Although I am pretty sure that it stays on her face 95% of the open the first aid kit while Dan sits perfectly still watching him with shutters over bright his bright light. As Frank moves to touch Dan's hands he instantly snatches them away and presses himself against the wall.

He keeps backing further away into it. Thrashing his legs against the floor trying to push himself away into the solid object. Frank is looking like he might have heart attack from the reaction Dan just gave him as Dan continues to try to escape into the wall, sucking in gasps of air through his gritted teeth.

Momentarily stunned I watch as Zero comes over to us her movements slow and deliberate as if making any sudden movements would be a fatal move for us all. Snapped out of my trance I try to take Dan's hand to reassure him, but he scrambles to his feet clumsily as he tries to get away from-me. He is trying to get away from me! My eyes start to sting; looking over to the others they have that peculiar facial expression on of shock and confusion. Dragging my gaze back to Dan he is moving towards the door. I look into his eyes trying to find him not how he is now. Acting like he has a gun to his head. But all I find is a shell of their former self.

He scurries out of the room fear a feature on his face. Yet none of us try to stop him. Why?