Chyna White

That night as I laid in Christian’s arms I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop seeing Reese being carried in a bloody mess. In my mind I saw Christian also stretched out, unresponsive. I saw the face of every person that I loved down to Charlie. There had to be and alternate ending but I failed to see it. One way or another there would be more bloodshed. We had real out for blood enemies. Christian’s cousin may be cool if we told his that we needed a little more time on the return but how the hell were we going to make twelve hundred dollar?