"I don't… I don't want to die! Save me, you bastards! Jeremy, you little bastard! Melissa, you bitch! Save me! I don't wanna di—"
Before Daniel could complete his sentence, a Demon chomped off his head, causing his lifeless body, what was left of it anyway, to collapse in a splosh.
The pool of dark blood had already formed a puddle underneath, and the lump of meat that once represented the Camp's Trump Card, Daniel… was no more!
"He's dead…" I mumbled, seeing as the Demons even scrambled for the last parts of him.
I turned my vision to the girl who simply watched in cowardice. Her expression was full of horror and disgust, but she had no choice but to keep looking.
"You could have helped him, but chose not to… it shows what kind of person you are, Melissa."
I heard her sniff and whisper something akin to a 'no' once I began barraging her with guilt.
"You may look at me now. Speak your mind."
