Sixty Seven

OLIVIA'S POV.

I dragged Vanessa's body out of the cabin into the woods, grunting all the way. The tears wouldn't stop flowing from my eyes either at the loss of the woman who had been nothing but a friend and a protector to me. When I finally managed to drag her to the backyard, in the deep of the woods, I was already panting for breath and wishing that some sort of help would arrive for me.

When I looked at Vanessa's dead body which was beginning to smell a little, the tears fell even more. They ran down my cheeks in streaks like they were racing for the finishing line that would signify their survival. Perhaps, I should be honest withh myself at the junction where I was now.

Vanessa's death had a huge toll on me than I was letting on. It affected me deeper in my spirit than I care to admit to anyone. I have myself a cynical cruel short laughter. Who was I kidding? There was no one to let out my emotions or what I was going through. It was just me, the dead body, the trees, the anima