Emma looked back at the hill and the city that lay behind it. She was never going to see her family again. She wiped away a stray tear, before turning, and following her friend into the forest.
The two girls had been walking for quite a while, when they reached the clearing.
The girl next to her froze, and Emma frowned. She turned to see what her friend was looking at. A cold shiver ran down Emma's back.
Two men stood on the edge of the clearing. Their faces hidden by the shadows of the trees. They were dressed in black, from head to toe. Something about their stance made Emma pause. Had she seen them before? Did she knew who they were?
The men moved, slowly, in to the clearing.
Both girls stood frozen in their fear. Emma wanted to run, but her legs didn't want to obey her. She looked at the men, desperate for a way out. And that's when she noticed the gun.
Fear gripped at her heart. Suddenly, her legs sprang into action. She rushed forward, wanting to stop the men.
The gun goes off, and Emma falls down on the floor.
Mary's screams echoed in Emma's mind, as everything goes black.