#deadraiiser

        “ You have to admit, though, Craven’s screeching was                    TOTALLY WORTH  the trouble we’re most likely in now. ”

“You will forgive me if I am a skeptical of your supposed abilities.”

“Come on, hurry before they come in!”

     “Listen, sweet cheeks. Ever heard the expression,       don’t wake up the dead? Well, you should listen!       The dead can be pretty cranky! Consider yerself       lucky that it's just me, though.” 

There was something bugging her though, and not just her arm. There was something she was forgetting-something she important. It wasn’t until the heat began pouring from the scratch that she remember. Then her mind screamed.

"How are things going to be 'better this way' if I just leave you here to die?!" Things looked bad, there was no denying it. But there was still no way in hell he would leave Lena like this. He had his cardigan wadded up and pressed to her wound in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. “Lena, please. I’m not leaving without you.”