The moon shone brightly behind the men as they approached, forming a movie-like silhouette. Despite their long journey, they continued to march with pride, their backs straight and heads held high. Somehow, even through the darkness, I could make out his figure. After all, my eyes had always found him first.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, feeling the tears form at the corners of my eyes. I didn't have the time, or the heart to wipe them away. Without any warning, gunshots erupted from the forest.
I pulled my eyes away before any of the men were hit. I couldn't handle the thought of Jason getting hurt. For a second, I even let myself believe that he'd be okay. It was a matter of survival; it would kill me if I let myself believe that he was gone.
Everyone around me was panicking; some took cover in the tents, others ran to try and help the soldiers, but most just stood and stared. In all the chaos I managed to slip into the trees. I let my feet carry me through the forest, not trusting my head to remember the path. I barely felt the hands as they dragged me roughly to the ground. Normally I would've fought, but I didn't have any willpower left. I couldn't bring myself to care. Alias was shaking me roughly.
"Sam! Snap out of it!" He was whispering, but it might as well have been a scream from the intensity of his voice. I wanted to tell him I couldn't, but the sound died in my throat.
"You need to get up!"
Get up? How could I get up when I could barely breathe? I didn't care anymore. I had killed the only person that cared about me. I had no reason to go on.
Alias must have sensed this, and without another word, he lifted me onto his shoulders. He was carrying me. I felt my body go limp in his arms. There were tears streaming down my face. Everything was fading in and out of focus. When the world finally went dark, there was only one thought on my mind: He hadn't left me behind.