Am I alive? ~New and needing members~

[theburningfire]

Alea ran after him to catch up, she walked next to him using the stick like a walking cane. She looked over at the bus, "I wonder if anything made it."

[WildCherryBlossomm]

" I'm guessing you want to go and check" Josh said.

[theburningfire]

"Yes, is that wrong?" she ran over to it before he could answer. She threw the stick on the ground, prying the bus door open, it was hot from the fire, causing a burning feeling to spread on her hands when she touched it. She continued prying anyway, until her hands hurt so bad she had to let go, a yelp of pain escaping her. She grabbed the door and was able to pull it open this time.

[WildCherryBlossomm]

Josh ran after her," did you get hurt?" He asked when she yelped in pain.

[theburningfire]

"Maybe," she looked down at her hands, which were burned, they shook against her control. "Ill be fine," she said, her voice cracking. She climbed on the bus, which was turned on its side at a weird angle. She coughed against the smoke.

[WildCherryBlossomm]

Josh sighed and jumped in after her , the smoke made him cough.

[theburningfire]

She walked down the aisle, she came to an abrupt stop, at the sight of a student who didn't make it. This caused her to run into Josh. She stood with her mouth open staring at the poor kid. Unable to pry her eyes away. She knew not everyone had lived, but seeing it sent her into shock. The kid looked younger then her. Alea had been so worried of getting herself out alive she hadn't worried about anyone else.

[Running-Free]

(Can Bobby meet up with you two?)

[WildCherryBlossomm]

Josh looked down at the kid , he put his hand on her shoulder and sighed than he spotted his bag in the back on the bus , he walked over to it, it was really burnt.

[theburningfire]

She shook her head, and continued down the aisle. She spotted her bag in the back where she left it. She picked it up, brushing some ash off.of it, it was great burnt, but still usable. She started walking back to get off, purposely turning her head when she reached where the kid would be, a feeling of guilt clawing at her.