Gwen's death sent a shock wave through the campers and shattered any remaining illusions about a quick and easy exit from this nightmare. Trent shut himself up in his room and drowned himself in his sorrow. The others tried to carry on, but the numbness of the shock kept them from doing anything. Three days after her death, they laid Gwen to rest. Chris had made a few calls and arranged for a funeral at no cost. The funeral was short and they each paid their respects to their fallen sister. Duncan, Courtney, and Izzy were allowed to leave the hospital for the funeral, as they would hear nothing against it. They stood around her, Duncan supported by a crutch, Izzy sitting in a wheelchair, saying words of respect. Trent went last, capping it off with his powerful words of love.
"Goodbye, my beautiful rose." Trent said. "I will never forget the time we had together. You will always be my inspiration, my driving force, my foundation. I love you Gwen and I will miss you always." He leaned down, kissed her cheek and placed a rose in her casket. Her casket was then lowered into the ground and the others began to leave. Finally only Trent was left and he would stand there for awhile.
A few days later Noah and Eva were out for a walk, trying to clear their heads, when eight heavily armed men in black attacked them out of no where. The first two went for Eva, but she sidestepped both of them, grabbing one and smashing his head into the ground.
"Why can't you people just leave us alone?" she screamed. The second attacker lunged at her without answering, but she caught him in the gut with a powerful kick that dropped him. The other six advanced attacking both of them now.
"Oh God, Eva, let's just get out of here." said Noah, in a frightened voice.
But Eva was too busy fighting her attackers to answer. She took down three more of them before a shot rang out. Out of the corner of her eye, Eva saw the bullet strike Noah in the head. "NOAH" she screamed. She grabbed two of the remaining three men and smashed their heads together. The final man lunged, but Eva caught him by the head. With a quick twist, she snapped his neck, killing him instantly. She then ran to Noah's side, knowing it was too late. "Noah, Noah." she sobbed, grabbing him by the shoulders. The bullet had torn straight through his head and killed him instantly.
Several people witnessed the fight and one of them called the police, who arrived on the scene one moment too late. They brought a shell shocked Eva back to the hotel, where she was met by the others. "Eva what happened." asked Chris. "We heard there was a fight in the park but-" he stopped, seeing her face.
"Noah's d-dead." Eva choked out, before dissolving into tears.
"No, not again. This can't be happening." Chris shouted.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God." said Bridgette, turning away from Eva and embracing Geoff.
Owen took hold of Eva and held her as she sobbed, shaking violently from the tears.
"Rah, damn it!" D.J. shouted, punching the wall of the hotel.
Noah's death served to only worsen the depression the campers were now in. Numbed to the core of their souls by the loss of two friends, they sat in a stupor for the next month, unsure if they could go on. The one bright spot in this cloud of darkness was the fact that no one else had been attacked. But this brought little joy to the campers for the last time they went without an attack, two of them were killed. Trent and Eva were now so depressed that they were hardly ever seen. The others had to work extra hard just to get them to open the door, let alone speak, eat, or do anything else. Trent visited the cemetery every day and spent hours standing over Gwen's grave. Unknown to all of them, something strange was brewing under that grave, something that would shock them all.
A/N: Okay, I know I just killed two campers. But do not fear, we will see Gwen and Noah again, though it might not be what you're expecting. Beware, the story is about to get really weird.
