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Was She Going To Do Now? Realizing That These Questions Would Go Unanswered, She Trudged Over
Was She Going To Do Now? Realizing That These Questions Would Go Unanswered, She Trudged Over
English 3 Honors
17 January 2020
The End
After everything, Zoe couldn’t believe this was happening. Before the war, before the
massacres, she could’ve screamed. Could’ve made a scene, but that would tell the enemy where
she was. Dense was the forest before her, but she could still see the form on the ground, partially
covered in leaves. Easton. For years she had had one goal, one mission, and she had failed. Gone
was the sweet, naïve girl she had once been, and in her place stood a battle scarred, world-weary
individual, oblivious to the birds chirping and trees swaying in the wind, she could only focus on
the boy, no, the body laid out on the mossy forest floor, the body of a boy that should be running
through the forest, laughing and jumping in leaves, the body that lay incredibly still, unnaturally
so; he looked peaceful, sleeping in fall, if not for the dark crimson spreading over the ground like
a lake, surrounding his head in a macabre halo. Her seven-year-old brother was dead, and she
hadn’t been there to stop it. If only she had been there, she should have been there, should have
protected him. Just as her parents had died, so too did her baby brother leave the world. Killed
senselessly, surrounded by violence and hate, unable to fight back. Like a puppet with its strings
slashed, she dropped to the ground. More than anything, she wanted to take his place. Not
because she was selfless, but because she was terrified of being alone, fending for herself with no
Picking herself up off the ground, she took a deep breath. Questions filled with anger and
grief flew through her head, why couldn’t she have been a little faster, why did this happen, what
was she going to do now? Realizing that these questions would go unanswered, she trudged over
to Easton’s lifeless form. Sobbing softly, her chest heaving with the force of her agony, she shut
his eyes for the last time. The night was falling fast, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to
bury him, there was no time; so she contented herself with covering Easton with leaves.
Underneath one large leaf, she found something that made her heart stop. Viscous, red liquid
pooled around a small hunting knife, a hunting knife with a chillingly familiar name on the
handle: Xavier Monroe. With a wet gasp, she picked up the knife and looked around. Xavier had
done this; her brother’s mentor had betrayed him. Yellow leaves were pushed into the dirt in the
shape of footprints, showing a clear path that had to lead to wherever Xavier was hiding. Zoe
stood up, brushed off her jeans, and walked off into the forest, revenge the only thing on her
mind.