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Posted: Oct 10 2005, 09:01 PM
There are many sides to a story
Member No.: 34
Joined: 29-July 05
Jeremy finally arrived at the makeshift hospitle. He turned around to see where Fred was, and if he needed help carrying Heather. Jeremy didn't see anybody, but he wasn't really looking. He was at the outskirts of the hospitle. He knew time was of the essense here, Heather was getting worse wtih each minute, there had to be something here that could help her, or, and Jeremy feared this most, the hospitle had alreayd been looted by students, or was currently being occupied by students ready and willing to play the game.
Jeremy was crouched, not really paying attention to the hospitble but trying to see if Fred and Heather had made it behind him. Jeremy sighed and looked at the makeshift hospitle.