Everyone held their breath as they waited for Robin to take one. Ashley, Kyle, and Nolan watched as Dan performed chest compressions, trying his best to get the younger man’s lungs working again. Tears streamed down his face, but he never stopped his efforts.

It had been a shit day. None of them would have gone camping if they had known there were going to be inexplicable flash floods or creepy monsters with webbed feet and tridents swimming in the cold, murky waters. They had been setting up their tents when the monsters had attacked them. They had skewered Lily first, and they had pulled Jack into the water.

The group had run, and then the water had swept them away. Half of their friends were dead or missing, and Robin was amongst those lost friends. None of them wanted to believe it. Ashley could see it written on everyone’s faces, and Dan, being his oldest friend, was the least willing to accept it.

Ashley went up to Dan, and she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Stop, please!” she begged. “It’s been five minutes. He’s gone.”

“No!” Dan cried, voice thick with tears, and he continued pumping Robin’s chest. “I can still feel his heart!”

Nolan stepped in, grabbing Dan’s arms, and Ashley and Kyle helped wrench him away from Robin’s still body. They held him as they all sobbed for their lost friends.