#bofcaroline

Stiles' grew more and more anxious the longer it took for him to find Caroline. Sure there was a chance that she had escaped with the other students and teachers, but if he knew Caroline–and he did–she would have been one of the last to leave, knowing that she would willingly putting the safety of others above her own. He both loved her and hated her for that.

Paving his own way through the hallways of blood bodies and debris, Stiles continued his search around the grounds. It looked like more people had escaped and less soldiers seemed to be showing up. Whether they were running out of reinforcements or just giving them a false sense of hope, Stiles wasn't sure. But he didn't care, he only had one thought. Finding Caroline.

Stiles escaped into the courtyard, barely evading a barrage of bullets that soon turned away from him, and quickly made a break for the shed on the other side of the courtyard, deciding to catch a breather in there while he hid from the soldiers. Having slammed the door shut behind him Stiles put his back to the door and slid down, breathing a sigh of relief as he did so. What he saw when he opened his eyes made his blood grow even colder than what he emitted.