she sharpens her pencil and sighs as she started drawing. she had talked to grey earlier, about what he was dreaming about last week- wenda had tried to haunt him in his dreams, she had tried to lunge at him.

she drew something wenda had explained to her, days before she went mad. she kept seeing this... figure. the day black arrived, she started to see it. kelp figures that black was the one she was seeing differently.

she was writing hastily- not caring if people could read it or not. even if she couldn't read it.

as she wrote, she thought of everything- she had extra glue, she could have makeshift books after all of this. she had a lot of extra colors, and led for her pencil. brud was currently stitching up pinki's face..its a miracle shes alive. it had been hours after so many people died. the skies are blood red, the clouds are black..its even darker at night.

kelp sighs. she set her pencil down as she might finish the rest later.

weeks earlier

" please, you have to believe me! "

no one listens to her. they either said she was crazy, or..just insane. though kelp, pinki and gray believed her.

" its okay..we believe you."
" ...really? you believe silly old me? "
" of course, wenda..i know it might be scary for you. " pinki spoke in her softest voice. " but were here for you. what do you say we hang by the campfire? "