Darcy was again taking a walk along the beach late at night when she thought she saw Russel still there. She walked over and wondered what he was still doing here when she found out he wasn't resting.
He looked… dead.
She hurried over, touching his cold skin, searching after his pulse. She could feel nothing or maybe it was just her panic. She wasn't sure why she was suddenly shaking, tears burned her eyes and she shook his body.
"Russell! Russell!"
How long had he been laying here? He wasn't breathing and she searched for his pulse again. No! No!
"Help!" She cried.
She wasn't sure why she was panicking like this when she didn't even know the man. She was terrified. "Help!" She rose quickly to run and find some help when she spotted two dragons flying across the ocean.
Again?
