Her body lay, twisted, on the floor. Her breathing was shallow and quick. Blood made the usual gray floor red. And I lay beside her, stroking her brown hair, caked with blood.

"You'll be alright," I was muttering frantically. "You have to be alright. I did not come all this way for you to die!"

But I could see the light slowly drain from her green eyes. She reached out a pale and frail hand to me. I clasped it.

Her lips opened and formed the words, "I'll see you..." But they never made their way out. My best friend's hand grew limp in mine. The person I loved the most was dead.

I buried my face in her wet jacket, and sobbed. Salty tears streamed down my face, washing away all dirt that had been on it, as I had not showered for weeks. Soon, all the tears were gone, and I just felt empty.

"This is it," I murmured. It was over. How could have it turned out like this?

Heavy footsteps broke into my thoughts and I remembered why I had came here. I ran to my secret room (which was really a crawl space) and dragged my best friend in there with me.

I entered the small, dark crawl space and listened as the men talked amongst themselves.

"There's blood on the floor!"

"There must have been a death."

"Mm... Tastes like those girls."

"The ones we are looking for?"

"Guess so."

"Well, if they are dead already..."

"I am certain that one is still alive."

"How long ago were they here?"

"They just left, by the looks and tastes of it."

"Where did they go?"

"Better find out..."

"Follow me... They must have went this way..."

I heard the men's footsteps lead out of the room and fade into nothing, but I did not dare come out of the crawl space yet. One if them could still be lurking outside, waiting for one of us to appear and then stab us. For minutes, or hours, I could not tell, all I could hear was the rapid beating of my heart. Finally, I peered out of the crawl space and saw nobody. I dragged my best friend out with me.

The white room had an unnatural silence too it. Blood was still on the floor, but not wet. It was caked there, and I knew whoever would clean it up was going to have a very hard job.

I had a good look at my dead friend, with her dead eyes and bloody clothes and hair. I closed her eyes, to make it look like she was sleeping, and tried to untangle her knotted hair. I left her on the bloody floor, and gave her a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

"I'll see you on the other side," I whispered, and continued in the opposite direction that the men went.