"Oh my goodness, is she dead?" Faye said as she kept staring at the bloody body on the cold ground.
She dropped down on her knees beside the limp girl, her eyes wide with complete horror while her chest heaved up and down in rapid, uneven waves.
Her lungs pulled in short, ragged gasps of night air, her pulse hammering like a wild drum inside her throat as her hands trembled violently above the soaked fabric.
This was like a horror film.
This was just someone she had a quarrel with yesterday, and now she was lying on the ground.
Malo placed his ear on Bambi's chest, trying to find a single heartbeat.
He pressed his face flat against her bloody jacket, his own lungs holding a desperate breath while his pulse thundered frantically in his ears, searching for any sign of life. He could hear one, but it was faint. The tiny, weak thud barely vibrated against his cheek, his heart sinking into a dark pit as his body went cold with fear.
