I looked at the group around me, none of them looked even close to as bad as I felt. Bridgette least of all, she had her hair tied in a ponytail and although she was only wearing dark black jeans and a simple grey tee shirt she looked like she was modeling couture. Roman stood protectively behind her and looked as if he was just dying to rip someone open. I looked to Michael who was standing on a fallen tree. "I think we're far enough away now that we can speak. I don't know if everyone knows each other or not so let's start with introductions. You all know me and my story, so we'll start to my left." I thought it was odd we were doing introductions. Did anyone really care? I couldn’t understand how knowing everyone’s stories would help us in the long run. Avery was to Michael's left so he introduced himself, quickly refreshed us on how he died and gestured for Max to go, "I'm Maxine, but don't you dare call me that. I go by Max. I don't know how I died. I just went to sleep one day and woke up here." Then it came to the siblings, the two brothers introduced themselves as Arthur and Roan, and they had both died protecting their sister Scarlett.
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