Sarah stared down at the shallow grave as she heard Bridget praying. Her eyes were red but she'd stopped crying a few moments before. If she could, she would have still been crying, it would have felt better than the numbness she felt now, gazing blankly at the makeshift headstone.
She wasn't even sure what she was thinking right then. Her thoughts strayed to the fact it shouldn't have happened, that Mia hadn't deserved to die, that it was all a pointless accident... An accident...
Momentarily glancing at Bridget's anguished face squashed the fleeting thought that threatened to take her attention. The idea that her friend might've been to blame. She didn't give it any more of her time.
Instead she focused on the fact that Mia was dead, that all the potential she'd had as a human being had been snuffed out without reason. With her mind as numb as it was right now she felt like she was trying to jam all her emotional bandwidth through a pocket calculator. Instead of trying to process it she just found herself running through the far too familiar names of all the people who had died. At least, the ones who she'd known closely enough to feel what the world had lost.
Vera, Reika, Carol, Raina, Raine, Richard...
Dozens of names circled in her head and she found herself repeating some of them over and over. The sheer number of dead was paralysing, and yet, something else seemed to be sneaking up in her mind. As if she'd seen something unusual but hadn't taken a second glance until too late. She looked up at Bridget, her heavy eyelids staying as they were for a few moments before realisation dawned and they widened, her mouth opening as if to say something. She quickly looked away at the ground again. The weakest smile played across her lips as thoughts began to form in her mind.
They weren't dead yet.
((Sarah and Bridget continued in Some People Care