Tasia, after the blood shed finished, realized that at this particular moment in time they had successfully killed off the current threat. She Felt her heart drop and with it, her knees buckled she felt this ache in her chest. She was truly the last Petrova. How long would she make it? the corners of her mouth turned downward and she tried to fight it. She held the emotions back from her face and choked them down. All the guilt and hurt. She clenched her tightly to force back the lump in her throat. Her breath was shakey. The taste of grief heavy in the back of her mouth. She pulled her father's body closer to her, and for just a moment she let a tear slide down her face, "You were not suppose to go yet. I'm not ready. " She whispered tearfully. The bone chilling growls and shuffling of the jungle pulled her back. She laid his lifeless body back down on the jungle floor and slowly swept her hand across his face closing his eyes. She wiped her face, "Please forgive me for my moment of weakness. We must continue." She stood still waiting for the others to pass in front of her as to gain a silent moment. She felt guilty for not being able to give him an honorable burial or warrior's burning. She took a deep breath and continued on with the others. They would have to make their way to the power source on the island surrounded by dangerous waters at the center of Oosdorf.