"Dawn?" 

Dawn was on the floor, her legs broken. Quince stood above her, shocked. "Is this why you left?! You killed Jessica! And Crawl is dead too!" Quince started to choke her. 

Dawn tried to breathe, but Quince's grip was too tight. "N-no, Q-Q-Quince....." Dawn's eyes rolled in the back of her head. Quince got up and felt her pulse. She was dead. "I-I killed her...." Quince looked around. Then Priscilla, shot him in the chest.

Quince flew back, and slammed into the wall. Quince slid down, blood splattering on the floor and walls. Quince stared at his killer. The girl from the Texas Group, Priscilla, held her shotgun. 

Quince tried to stay alive.  "W-where is the other girl?" Priscilla answered, "Dead. They are all dead." Quince felt his life fading. "Damn you...you know that? Damn you...." Quince finally went unconscious.

Priscilla walked outside. She breathed heavily, realizing what she had done. A white van suddenly drove near her. Two men, walked out. Priscilla raised her gun, but one of the men held her arms. "You'll do nicely. HehehHEhehe!" Priscilla screamed, and one of the men grabbed her legs. They laughed like a maniac, and threw her in the van. She kept on screaming for two more minutes, then she was gone.

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