Will's P.O.V
I awoke, petrified of what I heard. Screams. My brothers weren't in the tent with me anymore.
I quickly shook Joey awake. "There's danger!" I exclaimed.
"Huh..?" Joey asked groggily.
"Graser and Liam aren't here, and—"
"Shoot. Come on!"
I ran out of the tent, which was unzipped. I lead the way with the torch, running to where my guts told me. Joey trailed right behind me, helping me pick up pace if I slowed down.
"GRASER, LIAM!!" I shouted into the trees. "WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"BOYS, PLEASE RESPOND!!" Joey shouted, louder.
Nothing.
I made a sharp turn around a corner to a ravine.
"Don't go down there, it's a trap!"
"No, it's safe, your brothers are down there."
"Save yourself!"
"Are you really going to leave them there to rot?"
I clutched onto Joey, scared and confused. I stared down into the ravine. A pulsing light came from the darkness. From that, I saw the two.... dead.... bodies...
"GRASER, LIAM, NO!!" I screamed, trying to jump into the hole.
Joey grabbed me, holding me back. Still, I struggled against him. "They're dead, Joey! They're dead!"
"What'll Em think when you end up dead too?!"
"She's strong, she'll be okay!"
I broke out of Joey's grip, only to be caught once again. "Don't do it, Will," Joey ordered strictly, trying to pull me away.
But with all my body strength, I heaved myself forward. Joey lost his footing, as did I, and we both fell into the darkness below, never to see the light of day again.