The QATAR

Chapter 2, Your fault

                      Toffee POV
     It was now 7:00pm and I awoke from the crash. I was laying in the same spot. I pushed the door open only a little bit to see what it looked like. Pinking through the crake of the doors I saw a zombie burning in flames because of the light. It was now died, thankfully. I pushed James, and Ellie, untill they awaken from there slumber.
     Getting out of our hiding place. I started to look around there was a man, breathing.
     "Mister are you, ok?" I said nicely walking over to him.
     He looked up and said, "Ya I am doing, ok. How many more did you find awake? Or at least breathing." The man question.
     "Including me 4, but we just started searching the plane for anything." I spoken with pride. Only because if I did not sound fearless then I would scare myself and not pointing fingers, James, would be scared too. He is already upset, not only because we crashed, but he found his mom died on the ground in a uncomfortable way.
     Looking over I saw my sister, crying, and immediately walked over to her. Thinking she was just scared to death. It didn't feel right Walking over  to her, even though I did anyways. Once by her, I saw what she was staring at... our dad. He was laying there with a hole in his head. My dad was died.
     I looked at my sister, and thought to myself, if we have not got on the plain for one of my sister's, boy crush performance. We will all be living at are nice little home. This was, "Your fault." I mumbled under my breath.
    She looked at my angered eyes and asked, "What was that, sorry I did not here you, you mumbled?"
     I looked at her again. This time my hands were in fist's. I yelled, "This is your fault. We are stuck on a island in the middle of know were, all because of!..." Then I looked down at my feet, and whispered, "you."
     I looked at here again, but these time Ellie was crying bigger tears. She looked at me and whisper, "I am sorry, Toffee."