*sigh* Sadly, after this, I think there's only one chapter left. On the bright side, it's a relatively long last chapter. So, I'll be done with this by tomorrow probably. :(

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Danny Fenton: I move away from you, desperate. "What if we don't find her...? What if... Oh, God, I don't know..." A tear rolls down my cheek.

Sam Manson: I take a deep breath. "Let's split up, I'll take the gun, you take the other treatment, just in case. We'll meet back here soon, I'll go this way, you go that way," I suggest calmingly.

Danny Fenton: I glance at you. "No. That's out of question. I can't get separated from you. And that's it. We go together."

Sam Manson: "Let's go this way," I tell you, "it makes sense, you would have probably noticed if she had walked past you."

Danny Fenton: I follow you, my hands clenching and unclenching, nervously. "Jazz!" I call.

Sam Manson: I take your hand and give it a firm squeeze. "She'll be okay," I tell you, "she was probably just hungry and wandered off looking for a village with something to eat."

Danny Fenton: "I don't know if she'd do something like that... She doesn't go away like this for any reason. She wouldn't go alone without us. It doesn't make any sense..." I say, "Jazz!"

Sam Manson: "We'll find her," I whisper, "I promise."

Danny Fenton: "I hope so..." I say, hopeful, I keep calling. "Jazz!" Not too far, I see a gate made of wood. It's closing. Men with weapons guard it. "What is this..." I ask to nobody, incredulous.

Sam Manson: I give your hand a squeeze as we approach the gate, look at the men then reach out to the gate, they allow the weapons to fall across the gate and one of them comes close to slicing my hand before I retract it. "What's going on here," I ask the men?

Danny Fenton: "Who are you? Where do you come from?" They ask, rising their weapons. "Are you infected?"

Sam Manson: I quickly become short tempered and ask them, "did a girl just pass by here? years old, blond hair, blue eyes?"

Danny Fenton: "I asked you a question, miss. Are you infected? We'll shoot if you step any closer!" They say, threatening us. I grab your arm so you don't go further. "We-we're not infected..." I say, swallowing hard. "M-My sister... she is blonde, small, has blue eyes... did...did you take her inside?"

Sam Manson: He looks at you, then at the other guard, who slightly nods. "We may have taken her in, what does it matter to you? You left her alone."

Danny Fenton: "I... She was close to us! Where is she?!" I ask, angry. "Careful with your tone, boy. We may as well..." He is interrupted by a voice coming from a communicator. "Are they infected, Simons?" A voice asks to the guard. "I don't think so, Vlad." He answers "Let them come in then. They might have something we need." The guard nods and opens the gate. "Move." He says.

Sam Manson: I take your hand nervously, not paying attention to my actions as I walk into the gate. I look at you, fear evident in my deep blue eyes.

Danny Fenton: I hold your hand tightly and get inside the compound. "Follow me." One of the guards says. He leads us through a road of dirt. People walk slowly by the side of the street. They seem healthy and well feed. Clean. "Where is my sister?" I ask him. "You'll see her soon..." He says and keeps walking.

Sam Manson: "What if they did something to her," I ask, sniffling to keep from crying, "what if something happened to her that's worse than the plague... What if she..." I train off, wanting to stop the thoughts racing through my brain.

Danny Fenton: My grip tightens in your hand without me noticing I might be hurting you. "If they did something to her... I will kill them..." I say through clenched teeth.

Sam Manson: I don't let the pain of you squishing my hand show on my face as I quietly pray to God, hoping for her to be okay.

Danny Fenton: He leads us to a small wooden house. "Get in. Vlad wants to talk with you." He says. "Who is Vlad? And where is my sister!?" I ask again, impatient. I let go of your hand and grab the collar of his shirt. "Tell me where she is!" I yell at him. He pushes me and punches me in the face, making me lose balance and fall on the ground. "Darik?" A small voice comes from the house.

Sam Manson: I run into the house quickly. "Jazz," I say, a feeling of hope rushing over me as I see her petite blonde haired, blue eyed figure

Danny Fenton: She comes running towards you. Her pretty face is tired but happy to see us. I stand up slowly and walk towards you, with tears in my eyes. "Jazz... You're okay..." I say, not noticing the man, standing at the door. Vlad.

Sam Manson: She hugs me tightly and I hug her back. "We were really scared when you disappeared," I tell her. "What happened to you, Sam," she asks, "why did you run away from Darik and me?" I look up at you, wondering if we should tell her what happened.

Danny Fenton: When I am to open my mouth to speak, Vlad does it before me. He is taller than me, stronger. A bulky figure. "She was infected, Jazz. And she wanted to protect you and Darik." He says. "How do you know that?" I ask him.

Sam Manson: "Is that true," she asks us. I open my mouth, but she runs over to you, standing on the opposite side of you than me. "How do you know I was infected," I repeat your question, louder and more forcefully, angered that his words made Jazz afraid of me.

Danny Fenton: He smiles. "You know..." He puts his hands on his pockets and paces slowly. "When the disease reached the main island, everything was a mess. People were disorganized, riots were happening. We were all dying even without the disease in our island. What I did was simple. I made peace. Gave people a leader. Me. Through this time the disease has been spreading, I've been keeping everyone safe by shooting anyone who tries to come in without being invited." He turns to us. "You came by boat. And you were not invited. But my scout heard something. Yes, I have scouts running through the forest and checking on the shore. He heard and he saw."


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