The dark red blood, her teammates, comrades-in-arms, relatives, friends, and even passers-by whom she had only briefly seen, were all lying in the red river. They had dyed the whole river crimson.
Yara looked at the front in a daze, and she was at a loss for a moment. She was unsure on how to deal with everything in front of her. She looked ahead, lost, and slowly took a step forward.
The river was very freezing cold, and there was a fishy odour wafted towards her face. She didn't seem to realize the coldness of the river at all. She walked forward bit by bit until she was immersed waist deep in the cold, red river.
She went straight to Hollis and took his hand. His hand was cold with no temperature, and was not seen to be breathing. He laid quietly on the river bed without any sound.