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SAM'S POV

I woke up and started to hunt down some breakfast. Obviously, Freddie kind of depends on me now. It's a little annoying and I'm freaked out. How are we going to get out of here when he can barely hear me talk?

I went off and found a couple of fruits. I brought them back and Freddie continued to sleep. I ate a mango by the water, and started thinking about how to get out of here. Obviously, they're looking for us, right?

I walked over and kicked Freddie's foot. He rolled over and I sighed. I grabbed his arm and dragged him down the sand, and he was fully awake.

"No! Sam, stop! Come on!" He shouted as he twisted and tried to escape my grasp. Soon I had him in the water. He got up and tackled me. I went face first.

"Freddie!" I coughed when I reached the surface, "You got water up my nose!" I splashed him and he splashed me back. I jumped on him, and he grabbed me.

"I don't think so!"

"Freddie, stop!" I yelled, but of course, he didn't hear me. Well, he might have. I mean, I was pretty close.

He tried to lift me over his head, but I threw all my weight over and fell out of his hands (and onto my feet). I pushed him in the water and he came up sputtering and laughing.

The water play continued for a while, but soon enough, we had to come out and dry off.

Once we were dried (from the sun, which took a while), we went back in the trees. Freddie made us both hold a rope so we couldn't wander off from each other.

We walked for an hour before we came across something that shocked fear into my body.

A human skeleton.

I yanked on the rope and Freddie found his way over. When he laid eyes on the pile of bones, he lost it.

He went insane. He began to hyperventilate and shake. I looked at him.

"Are you okay?"

I remembered he couldn't hear me. I grabbed his face and brought it up to mine. I looked into his eyes. Never have I seen such pure terror. And then I remembered the story.

'After the attack, several victims were found with bones jammed into their skulls. The bones are believed to belong to the first person to die. Several that lived describe being beaten with the remains of the man.'

"It was traumatic" An old woman with scrapes and bruises littering he face wheezed. "I have never been more scared in my life."

A little Sam stood watching a young Freddie. Carly walked up to him and hugged him while the news played from the TV speakers and Spencer hugged Mrs. Benson. She was standing at the Shay's doorway, watching the scene unfold outside of the Benson's apartment.

Mr. Benson was in that bank that day. Brutal actions took him from Freddie and his mother. Freddie came back with his mother one day in tears. When asked where they were, Mrs. Benson told Spencer that she was identifying the body.

Identifying the body.

A broken, bloodied bundle of skin and bones. With one large human bone jammed in the skull.

Sam asked him what it was like. He tried not to cry as he whispered "I wasn't supposed to look".

Freddie looked at the bones with the same terror he had in his eyes that day he came back with his mother. Tears began to flow freely down his face and he whispered "Sam".

"What?" I don't know why I bothered to say anything, but I guess he saw my lips move, because he responded to me.

"We're gonna die"

He started looking everywhere except me. Tears were flowing out of his eyes and there was pure fear all over his face. I knew why he was reacting like this but I didn't know how to stop it. I grabbed his shoulders. He didn't respond. I shook him a little, and once again, he didn't acknowledge me. I walked him backwards until he had his back up on a big rock. He couldn't see the bones anymore, but that didn't stop him from freaking out. I started to cry.

"Freddie, stop! Stop it!" I wailed. I didn't know what I was going to do or how long this would last.

Without really thinking about it, I swept forward and captured his lips, tears going down both our faces. He calmed down under me until he reacted and put his hands on my arms. I moved my face away from his and I put my back to the wall with him. We slid down until we were both sitting.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I… I guess." He said quietly. We both looked at each other.

"You can hear?"

"Yeah!"

"How?"

"I guess it was the rock! I hit my head on it!"

"Don't ever go deaf again."

"I'll try my best?"

We sat in silence for a minute or two. Then he turned to me.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine…"

"I'm sorry I scared you… the bones set me off. I can't really help it, you know?"

"Freddie, are you really apologizing? That was fucking traumatic. And you apologize for scaring me? I'll be fine, but I was scared for you. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, and then you started saying we were gonna die… you wouldn't stop shaking… crying… I tried… I tried to take you away from it… it didn't help… what was I supposed to do?" I started saying in between shaky breaths as I held back tears.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry." He said quietly as he pulled me into him. I couldn't help it. I started to cry.

I just told him not to be sorry, I thought. He's sorry for something he can't help and he knows it.

I pulled away and looked in his eyes.

"You're too nice for your own good," I joked, wiping tears away.

"Yeah, good for me, I'm just a nice guy." He said quietly.

"What's wrong with that?"

He laughed through his nose before answering. "You know what they say… nice guys finish last."

I looked at him for a second. His scratched up and tear stained face obviously matched mine, and his brown eyes looked like they had seen too much for their own good. I knew they had. I tried to keep my voice steady so I wouldn't cry when I told him:

"Nice guys don't always finish last."


Thank you my babies! I'm working on chapter 13 of both stories! But now I have to leave for SUMMER SCHOOL. I failed math. What are we gonna do with me?