Still Alive

Goodbye My Friends

John sat by the fire, sharpening his knife. He was staring at Kate. She was sick. They were all crying, all of them had lost a friend, family or a loved one that day. The only sounds were the silent whisperings of the fire, the little coughs produced by Kate and the rattling of trees. Jake was sitting in a tree, watching out for patients. Carlos whispered:'We can't take risks like this anymore. This fire is a dinner bell for those things. As long as we don't get inside a building , we will never be safe. And should'nt you be on watch? Jake is the only one that can give medical help to Kate.' 'You're right.' said John.

It was cold up in the tree. John spent most of his time picking of leaves, and letting them float down. He could only hear the sound of Jake patching up Kate. He thought deep down they all knew Kate would'nt make it. None of them would. But the spirit was to keep holding on, because you couldnt let go. Because of his friends, beneath him. Carlos had put out the fire a long time ago, after they cooked up a can of beans. You would be surprised by how good beans can be if you know it could be the last thing you'll ever eat. After that, Carlos went to sleep. Now he heard Jake taking a blanket too. He should wake up Jake in a few hours. When the moon was right over his head, like a protecting light, makeing sure everything would be okay when he woke up. Though he knew it would'nt be.