Chica's POV

There was only three of them left.

It was a truth that Chica did anything to avoid. They abandoned the sight of Foxy's dead body, trying to move on from the horrors that were behind them. It still stuck with them. The occasional sobs and wails that Bonnie would occasionally let out. 

But none of that mattered.

They trudged on through the desert, aimless for a destination. Hours passed. They each fell dehydrated. 

And Chica began to question why Fred decided to send them to the desert. Why not a city of some sort? Somewhere where they could find food and water?

But none of it mattered. 

They were here, and there was no going back.