Bryce was following the others, rather quiet as his mind seemed to be elsewhere. He hadn’t even noticed the other girl that had joined there group. The young man just seemed to stare at the dead body of the girl he continued to carry in his arms.<br/><br/>Occasionally he would even whisper things to it. Pausing in between his sentences, as if he was waiting for a response from the lifeless body. Even chuckles and giggles could be from him, like him and the corpse had their own inside jokes.<br/><br/>The only thing that took his attention away was the loud banging on the other side of the door. Bryce held Kathleen’s deceased body close to his own, his hand stoking her hair. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m her to protect you now. I won’t let him hurt you anymore.” He whispered.