I woke back up in the cold, dark basement. I looked around, frantically checking for anyone dead or wounded. My eyes landed on Ray, he was hunched over, clearly not caring much about his wound from the stab. He shoulders were shaking, I held my breath, praying for him to be laughing, though my heart knew what he was facing toward. As I stepped closer forward, the blood covered sneakers of a tall, skinny, shy boy came into view. Please no I begged silently to no one. Fully I'm view now, was a blood covered, lifeless looking Jeremy. I ran forward and quickly fumbled to find a pulse. No no no! I could barely hear myself thinking over Ray's sobs. Jeremy's gone. He's really gone. He'd already gotten shot once. Why him? Ray wasn't going to recover from this, he'd already fallen head over heels for the boy. I can't believe Jeremy really gone.

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"HOLY SHIT! HES FUCKING ALIVE! ANGIE GET SOME SUPPLIES. HOLY SHIT HE'S ALIVE." I was screaming now. Not caring about anything other than saving Jeremy. He couldn't die, we couldn't lose someone else. Angie found a pair of tweezers and come next to me. The bullet hole was planted directly in the center of his chest. It much have barely missed his heart by an inch. Angie slowly, and carefully retracted the bullet, while I checked for breathing, and Philip when to get bandages to wrap him up. Ray was still sobbing next to Jeremy, begging him to stay alive.

It was about two hours later. Jeremy was going to survive, and Ray agreed to get his wound sewed and fixed up, as long as he didn't need to leave Jeremy's side. Jeremy hadn't woken up yet, but he was stable, and would be fine, probably not eating up until morning, though. We had apparently been in the game two Forrest for over six hours. It seemed everyone had been getting tired too. Well, as tired as you could be in this place. The second bullet had snipped off Henry's middle finger, but he wasn't hurt other than losing the ability to show how angry he was at someone with his left hand.

None of us had changed out of our sweats since Heather was back in the bathroom, but it'd probably dropped to about 40 degrees down here, so we were all too cold to change anyway. After making sure the three injured of our group would be ok, we all got ready to get some sleep. Or at least try. Something told me Ray wasn't going to sleep tonight either. He'd propped Jeremy up against his chest, and was looking at him, fear shielding his normally joyous features. Lily was continually checking on her brother, while he insisted that it didn't hurt that bad. Nix was staring at the ceiling, tears welling in his eyes.

"It was me," he whispered, almost mute, "I have Jeremy. I got the bullet. He could've died. This is all my fault. It's probably punishment for being so cruel before. I'm never going to forgive myself. First Paul, now almost Jeremy. Oh, I'm such a fuck up!" I'd never seen Nix like this.

"Who's Paul? Is he your brother?" Philip asked, kindly, with genuine care. Nix nodded in response. I never knew Nix had such a difficult home life. It seemed like he and Philip weren't act ok different when it came to that kind of thing. I looked over at Jordan and Angie, Jordan promptly snoring loudly as Angie snoozed on his chest. I wish Philip loved me the same way they loved each other. I really needed love right now. I was so lost, and so scared. How were we going to get out of here? I walked over to my spot to sleep. I wasn't going down without a fight. I'd make it home to see my brother. I'm graduating high school, and I'm living my life passed this. And with that thought and determination, I felt myself drift off to sleep.

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