Neither of them said anything for the longest time. Long enough to bring Paisley out of her stupor and allow her some rational thought.
There must have been someone else, Paisley figured. Why else would Pia be scrambling for more ammo when the only person outside was dead? Paisley trusted Pia. And even if there wasn't anyone else out there then maybe... maybe it was an accident. Paisley wanted to ask Pia what happened, to give herself a frame of reference.
None of it mattered though. Matt was gone. Caroline was gone. Any plan Paisley had thirty minutes ago was gone. All she had left was Tucker, who could be dead for all she knew, and Pia and Eli, neither of whom were talking. So Paisley was alone.
She hated this feeling, this hollow in her chest. Logic and rationality were long gone, replaced with a dull, numbing unassuredness.
Paisley dusted off the cuffs of her jeans. When she spoke, it sounded empty.
"So I," Paisley scratched the back of her neck. "I guess that's it, then."
Paisley did not cry, or laugh, or anything for that matter. She just brought her knees up under her chin and closed her eyes.
When Paisley fell silent again, she head Pia getting up. She came over and placed a hand on her shoulder. Paisley smiled, bringing less joy and more calm. It was over, she thought. You can try to pick up the pieces later, trust Pia.
The gravity of her situation bore down on Paisley's shoulders. So great, she didn't know if she could carry that weight. Paisley wanted to go home but she did not want to consider the alternative.
With Pia's hand on her shoulder, though, everything felt manageable. Paisley muttered a "thank you" and slowly fell asleep.
(Pia Malone and Paisley Hopkins Indie game the thread title.