"Babe?!"

Dallas called out into the air, walking around aimlessly as he searched for where you rested. The rain poured down like a river, drenching him and the other greasers.

Rather than joining in on the celebrations, you laid in a patch of grass, unmoving and still. One of the Socs you touseled with had slipped a blade on you, gashing small parts of your body.

The mere sight of the blood was enough to get your body into a paralyzing shock.