Off in the corner of the church, a young woman, almost a girl, was sitting with her knees against her chest and a white stick four and a half feet long. She was resting her head on her knees, which let anyone who glanced at her see something white around her neck.

[i]"It's not that far now, my buddy said he'd pick us up, Go..." James told her....
"....ait no! Stop! Don't leave us!" James yelled as the truck sped off with their belongings....
"The bastards...." James coughed as a red line slowly inched down his cheek....[/i]

The girl shot upright, breathing heavily and holding onto that stick like it was the only thing between her and death. She glanced around in a rush, looking like a scared baby animal who lost their mother. A few moments pass, and the girl closes her eyes and sighs, her shoulders starting to bounce gently...