--= Lachlan's + POV =--

How long does it take to get to camp?! I thought I was a lot closer than this! Oh well....I hope everything is alright. Perhaps they shot an animal?

"Cheep!" Aussie chirped. Breathing out a quick laugh I snuggled the Duckling into my hoodie pocket some more,

continuously glancing at the pathway to make sure I didn't trip. Nerves bundling in my stomach I stared at nothing.

Worry clouding my mind too much to zone out, yet not calm enough to stay completely focused.... I don't like the feeling of this...

--= Jerome's + POV =--

Mitch starting to make his way towards Preston I stopped him by raising my arm in front of Mitch. Staring Mitch in the eyes I felt tears collect in my eyes.

Trying to make them not to fall down my face I kept my voice as steady as possible. Locking eye contact with Mitch for a brief moment.

"They were in love Mitch. Don't you know anything?" I whispered. My voice going hoarse I turned around to stare at the two.

Preston on top of Rob, cradling him like a cub of a Koala Bear would, and Rob was sit still. Not moving an inch. Not blinking.

Not breathing.....Rob was dead. Vikk killed him. Oh no.....If Preston finds out...My body tensing at this I whipped around only to find Lachlan running towards the scene.

The little duckling on his shoulder...... This is all going horribly wrong....