#crowproblems

It was dark and still no sign of Dave. John was worried, for he had tried speaking to Dave yesterday. But no luck. He made up his mind then and then. This thorn boy was going to go check on him. Before he left, he made sure everyone in the group was safe and closed off. The stronger members stood away from the group, they had to keep watch. If the empire found them, they were all too tired to fight. John turned on his heels and flew up into the sky. He brought himself up in the sky and started to fly in the direction of the old base. He narrowed his eyes and thought of what could have happened to Dave. The worst he could be is just hurt, for he was strong and was going to fight back whoever came for him. His hands molded into fists, thorns starting to twist around them. And he flew. John flew until he reached the old darkened base. It was silent. John touched down in the snow and caught his balance. He walked forward and reached for the doorknob. He turned it and went inside. It was eerily quiet. John shivered and walked down the hall. This didn't feel right in the slightest. "Dave?" He called out with worry in his voice. "Dave, it's me, John. Are you okay?" He received no answer from the dark. So he continued to walk. He looked in every room, nothing. He checked everywhere, but Dave was no where. Wait. He hadn't checked Dave's room. That was stupid. He turned and walked back to his door, on the end of the hallway. The raven haired boy reached forward and turned the door knob and stepped inside of Dave's room. He turned his eyes up and found Dave. He found the body of Dave Strider all bloodied and ripped apart. The blood hadn't all dried yet. Dave's wings had been pretty much ripped apart, with matted blood keeping the feathers in there place. Dave's eyes were closed, but the rest of his face had been scrambled and torn apart. He had multiple gashes on his stomach, most likely how he died. And a single gunshot through his heart. John choked on his breath. This couldn't be real. The hunters couldn't have gotten to him. He was too strong and he never gave up. John moved forward reluctantly and collapsed by Dave's side. This was all too real. He shook his head and tears flowed down his face. Dave was dead. John picked up what was left of him and his thorns wrapped around him, making it easier to carry. John cried and touched his face. The thorns wrapped around him slowly, trying to not pierce the body and John exited the base. He wiped his face on his shoulder, not like it helped. And he flew. He flew back to the rest of them. It was over. Who the hell was going to lead them now? Dave Strider is dead.

@crowproblems I'm fine. Just startled is all. How about you?