Chapter 21

Last memories

 

I didn’t know how long I had been laying on Orlando’s corpse for when I woke.

His blood had congealed in my fur and seemed to seep underneath my own skin to my bones.

Instead of being collapsed in the grass and blood, I was laying on a bed in a closed room, clutching a pillow. The white sheet underneath me was stained with Orlando and the yellow walls had bloody smears across them. My body was no longer dislocated or broken. The only pain I felt was emotional.

Where was I? Where was Ringo?

Oh god, where was Sylvia?

“Sylvia?” I whimpered, scanning the empty room for her “Ringo?”

There was nothing here, just me. I was trapped in a room, with Orlando all over me. Where was he? Where was I?

“SYLVIA?” I cried out, feeling panic grip at my gut “RINGO?”

Had Ringo been taken too? Where was Orlando’s body?

Panic bubbled up and formed a screaming sob. Where was everyone? Why could no-one hear me?!

“S-SYLVIAAA?” I wailed, before the door opened “RINGOOO?”

“Omen!