Then a pair of strong arms grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet, ushering me into an ambulance.

My vision was blurred, my eyes were stinging, every limb ached and my brain was so foggy that I couldn't even remember my own name. All I could think about... was George.

"Where's George? I need George, is he okay? Help him! You gotta help George!" The paramedics layed me down on a bright orange stretcher and I was lifted into an ambulance.

"George. George has to live, you have to save George!"

I fought for as long as I possibly could before finally succumbing to the darkness that swallowed my vision.

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A nurse entered the room. She had a stern look upon her face and had a clipboard slipped under her arm.

"Good morning Clay, how are you?" she said.

"Fine thank you." I replied. Then anxiously I asked, "Do you have any news on my friends?"

The nurse pursed her lips together and sighed, "I'm sorry Clay, there gone,"

"They're gone?" I choked.

She nodded, "They're dead."

I started crying and she just stared at me.

"GEORGE IS DEAD!" she yelled and the words echoed through the room.

George is dead.

George is dead.

George is dead.