The words echoed in Kelvin’s head as Barrett’s limp body fell to the ground. His own face was still bleeding, the blood that had been slowly dripping from his face to his neck finally landing on his hand. Blood on his hands, literal blood, and the thought of it made Kelvin sick once more. He stood there for a moment, unable to move, his eyes locked on Barrett’s immobile body on the ground, and although he could barely see through the stream of caps flying through the air, he swore a bee landed on Barrett’s nose as Kelvin finally got the courage to move away.

He had to find Viola in this mess, that was the only option here, so as he slowly inched away from his former ally, he grabbed Mel’s ax and his discarded knife from the ground. “It was going to be you, or me, and the moment I realized that, I couldn’t get it out of my head. You would’ve done the same thing, Barrett,” he muttered under his breath as he walked away. And though that may have been true, he did not believe the words leaving his mouth.

Making his way through the mess that was the outside, he searched for Viola in the crowd, trying to remain as silent as possible as to hope to sneak up on her.