"Cssey!" Tyrone shouted again. It has been hours and he was sure he had checked all the corners of the woods. But she was not there.
There was no sign of a human living there but there were many marks of blood and hunt. He took in a deep breath and looked around.
All paths look the same. He was experienced when it came to woods and searching for others. But Cassey was naive.
He was sure she could not find her way out if she was struck here. Then where did she go?
"Cassey!" another loud gut wrenching scream, yet all he felt was mocking the silence of the woods except often the chirping of birds.
He sat on the ground. His shaky legs finally gave up and his eyes closed.
"Where the hell are you Cassey?" he mumbled again with pain, hurt, desolation and anxiety but there was no one to help him.
"You are here." he was shocked to see Bella there. She was the saint so he was sure that she would stay in the temple till the end.
