-Quentin's POV-

Holding a pair of envelopes in my hand, I idly tapped them against the desk I was sitting in front of. I was sitting in Thomas's old office, writing to Johnny and Peter about the situation. Additionally, I couldn't stop thinking about Gabriel, and how I just left him there. I felt sick to my stomach once again, and I pulled up a trash bin nearby and vomited into it.

Aside from Amy, Gabriel was the first friend I made at Rock Hill, and he was the one who sought me out. Now that I thought of it, I remembered that Gabriel's leg hadn't healed completely, and a feeling of dread came over me as I imagined Gabriel being tortured in the most horrifying ways possible. Beaten, slashed, smacked, bashed…

Broken…

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts and walked outside with the envelopes, and called over six nearby people.

"Ron, Allen and Michael, I need you guys to head to the airport and give this letter to Peter, Shinsuke, Saraya and Dean, you three head to the college and give this letter to Johnny." I said, handing Saraya and Ron their respective envelopes. "Andrew can give you directions." The others walked off just as Brock walked over.

"Hey, Quentin, can we talk?" Brock asked, a solemn look on his face. Nodding my head, Brock led me over to a nearby building and took off his hat, exposing his wavy mane of hair and running his hands through it. "How'd you choose?" Brock asked.

"What?" I asked. "Gabriel and I both needed you, you picked me, why?" Brock asked. To be honest, I almost didn't want to choose. I was tempted to just rush Seth and get both Brock and Gabriel out. However, I knew I wouldn't get far. Not only were Brock and Gabriel unconscious, but I had a feeling that Seth was going to be rather tough, and even if I beat Seth, I had to fight through god knows how many Revivalists in order to get out alive.

"I didn't choose, Seth forced me to." I replied. Brock didn't say anything, and just shook his head. "I'm sorry." I said, and Brock gave me a look. "Don't apologize, you were forced into a bad situation." Brock said. "I mean, I want to be mad, but I just can't…"

"Why is that?" I asked. "It's like that whole Amy thing again, I didn't want to any of them hurt, and I got irrational." Brock began. "But, the more I think about it from your perspective, I just can't be mad that you had to choose between me and Gabriel." Brock huffed. "Personally, I wish you chose Gabriel, but obviously, I didn't have any say in the matter." Brock then looked up at the wall.

"What happened to Lionel?" Brock asked. "We had to exile him." I replied. To my surprise, Brock looked rather shocked, but not too much. "Never expected that, I thought you'd kill him." Brock spoke after about ten seconds. "There was too much bloodshed here." I replied. "Way too much." Brock just nodded his head in response. "I agree with your decision."

-Two Hours Later-

Two hours later, the groups returned with the leaders at their side. I did notice that each of the leaders brought two people along. Johnny, of course, brought Tommaso along and a random woman I didn't recognize. Peter brought Tyler and another man with a large head.

"So this is Rock Hill?" The man at Peter's side asked and, like Peter and Tyler, he had an accent. "It's big." Tyler nodded at him while Peter walked up to me. Smiling, I outstretched my hand and Peter took it. "Hello again Quentin, you remember Tyler, right?" I nodded my hand. "Who's the other guy?" I asked. "Oh, this is Jordan." Peter replied, and the man, Jordan gave me a simple nod.

"Make yourselves cozy, I'm going to talk with the college group." Peter nodded, and just as I was about to head towards Johnny, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Garrison standing behind me with a panicked look on his face, staring at the college group. It was rather odd to see Garrison like this, as he was usually serious and fearless.

"Garrison, what's wrong?" I asked. Garrison pointed at the woman.

"That's her...that's the girl I raped…"