4 weeks later...

'Mariah,how are you doing?'

"I guess I'm ok"

'Why do you say that?'

"Because, I'm alone"

'I'm here'

"Ya I know,I just need to see you"

'Oh that's weird'

"Well gotta go bye"

'Bye'

She hangs up. I was walking back to my house. I went out to get some food. I was also worried for Mariah. She sounded dead, not to be mean.

I can't believe that everyone in the group are gone. There's only two people left. I hope that I can go see her.

I packed all my stuff and went North. I knew that the trip would be long so I came prepared. I walked for almost 15 miles nonstop. I finally made to the old hotel. So many memories... I knock on the door but no answer.

I smashed the door open and there I saw Mariah hanging from the ceiling. She was gone. I was left alone.

I just stood there and didn't say anything. I got a chair and took her down. I felt tears coming down my face. I had to bury her. I took her outside and buried her near a lake.

I walked back to L.A and stayed there. I didn't leave the house for nothing, not even to get food.

I'm alone....