Morgan stared down at his gun in complete disbelief. The sound of laughter from Miles gave him a subconscious desire to look up. He knew that the humiliating sight of a clip-less gun was a much nicer scene than what he would see if he looked up. However, no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on his empty gun, somehow the laughter seemed to be controlling his neck muscles forcing him to look up. With his head finally lifted all he could focus on was the barrel of the gun pointing straight at him. Despite every fibre telling him that now would be a good time to drop to his knees and beg for mercy, he knew that he had to stay strong for Bess. So instead he remained standing, closed his eyes and waited. Time seemed to stand still. He was aware of cries and screams, he managed to pick out the sweet voice of his Bess. He tried to block out all the sound apart from that voice. He could not however block out the sound of a gun firing. Morgan stood, eyes shut waiting for the bullet to impact with his flesh. His hearing was overwhelmed by the sound of his own heart beating, but still he felt no pain. Despite time seemingly running slow Morgan was beginning to think that he should have felt the bullet by now. Then it dawned on him, it was a headshot and he had died instantly. He was dead, that was the only explanation. For him still to be thinking meant that there must be an afterlife. Afraid of what he might see when he opened his eyes; he thought he would take the safer approach of listening. However, instead of hearing a heavenly angel, he heard a gruff and somewhat familiar voice calling his name. Then he felt two firm hands on his shoulders. Slowly opening his eyes he saw Danziger in front of him. Looking around he realised he was still in Eden camp. He looked down at his body, searching for bullet holes, asking, "I'm not dead?"
Before Danziger could give his sarcastic retort Morgan found himself in the warm and loving embrace of Bess who was asking, "Morgan honey. You were so brave. Are you ok?"
"I'm not dead?" Morgan repeated, still searching for gushing wounds.
Not able to deal with Morgan being Morgan, Danziger left the couple alone went towards True and engulfed the crying girl in his arms. Devon standing close by comforting Uly asked. "W here did? When did? How did you?" However, partly because of shock and partly because she was not sure what question to ask first, it all came out as a jumble.
"Lost for words Adair?" Danziger smiled before explaining, "Julia and True contacted us just after you had been attacked and we came straight here."
"But your gear was off." Said Devon.
"Julia suggested that we turned it off so we could not be tracked." Having given a True a good look over to ensure that she was ok he continued. "I think that maybe we should get the kids inside." As he finished he tried nodding towards the dead bodies, hoping that Devon would pick up what he was saying. "Could you take True for me, I need to help the others."
"Sure thing John." Devon replied as she waited for John to give True one last hug before heading off. As Devon and the kids headed towards a tent they intercepted Bess and Morgan. Having got all of them to the tent Devon left Bess in charge and headed out to help. As she got out of the tent she surveyed the damage done. Their supplies were distributed around the camp and the whole place looked like a bomb had gone off. Julia was busy treating Walman, whilst the others were discussing what to do with the bodies. Devon released a sigh, grateful that none of her friends had been seriously injured. As she started to head towards Yale, she failed to spot movement from the fallen form Slater as he pointed a gun in her direction. Suddenly she was aware of Danziger shouting and two weapons discharging, before she was knocked to the ground.
A/N: Sorry it is short again. Hopefully I will be able to update again this week.