SAMANTHA
February 25, 2021
Thursday, 5:16 p.m. Case #64721.291.1 OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPTION OF POLICE INTERVIEWINVESTIGATOR: Good afternoon, Ms. Samantha Velarde. I’m so sorry for bothering you, I hope you’re feeling okay now. I know it’s getting late in the afternoon that’s why I need you to cooperate with me, and answer my questions as honest as you can so we can both get out of this room early. Are we okay with that?
SAMANTHA: Yes. INVESTIGATOR: Good. For the record, I am Detective Noel Hummingbird with the Jordan Police Department, and I am here to handle the murder case of the late principal, Principal Josefa Magada. Today is 25th of February, Thursday, 5:16 in the afternoon. This video is being recorded. SAMANTHA: Just start already.INVESTIGATOR: Okay... Ms. Velarde, according to Mr. Tan, you passed out after telling him something. Can you still remember what are those words you told to him? SAMANTHA: I can’t remember the exact words I used, but what I told him was I saw the principal in the old building, dead. INVESTIGATOR: And around what time was that?SAMANTHA: The what?INVESTIGATOR: When you saw Mr. Tan before you collapsed. What time was that? SAMANTHA: Around three o’clock. 3:15 to 3:30. Somewhere between that. INVESTIGATOR: How about when you saw her dead? Could you still recall the time?SAMANTHA: Yes. As a matter of fact, I could still recall everything. I wish I could forget them, though. INVESTIGATOR: When did you see Principal Magada’s dead body? SAMANTHA: Before three. The last time I saw the clock on my phone was before its battery got drained. It’s 2:58. I’m sure with that. INVESTIGATOR: And what was her situation when you saw her?SAMANTHA: Terrible. She’s got a pool of blood around her, and an old, rusty butcher knife was stabbed in her leg. Her eyes were also opened when I saw her. INVESTIGATOR: Okay... You also said that you heard a shout when you were on your way back, right?SAMANTHA: Ah-huh. I did. INVESTIGATOR: What were you doing there? SAMANTHA: Looking for her, of course! A teacher had asked me to find the principal because the meeting was about to start. INVESTIGATOR: How did you know you’ll find her there?SAMANTHA: I didn’t know she was there, okay? I just kept walking and walking until I reached the mini forest without knowing.INVESTIGATOR: Ok, right. But you don’t think it’s a coincidence, do you? I mean, you go to the forest alone, you hear a shout of help, you follow the voice, and then the next thing you’ll know is someone is dead. Isn’t it a little off? SAMANTHA: Oh, my God! Are you suspecting me? Are you trying to say that I’m just faking a story to hide the fact that I killed the principal?
INVESTIGATOR: No, Ms. Velarde. I’m just ask—SAMANTHA: You know what, I’m tired. I want to go home, eat a good dinner, and get myself a good sleep. The least thing I want right now is to talk about this murder, because you don’t have any idea what it’s like to witness such a gruesome scene. Okay? Now thank you for having me, I appreciate this investigation, and I hope you catch whoever killed her. Good evening and good bye!
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I breathed out a heavy blow at the same time when I slammed the door close. I stomped my feet away from the infirmary and went straight to the washing area where Cylvia was waiting for me.
“Hey, hey! What’s with that face?” she said as we met halfway. “How did the interrogation go?”I handed my red bag from her, and pulled it up to my right shoulder. I brushed a hand over my skirt to fix the creases. “It’s offensive,” I said, “And such a waste of time.”Cylvia thought for a second what to reply. “What happened? Tell me.”“He doesn’t seem to believe me! The way he asks me a question feels like I am being interviewed as a suspect and not as a witness.” I turned towards Cylvia. “Tell me honestly, do I look like a killer? Could you picture me out holding a big and rusty butcher knife while chopping the principal’s leg with a smile on my face?”“What? No, no!” “Then how could he?” I asked, though the way I said that sounded more of an argument rather than a question. “I know I may have some low-key lunatic vibes, but hell no! I would never do that!”It took Cylvia three swallows before she finally had the gut to speak. “Well, he’s a detective. He needs to be neutral and holistic, and that includes treating witnesses as suspects until they’re proven otherwise,” she answered in a calm monotone. “That’s one of the purposes of interrogation after all. ““But I was just telling him what I saw! Isn’t my words enough to justify my innocence?” I opened my bag, snagged my car’s key from the smallest pocket, and left it close. “And oh! Can’t he understand the trauma I’m having right now because of what I saw? I can still see everything vividly even up to now!”Cylvia looked away, sucked her upper lip, and blinked her eyes slowly; her non-verbal way of saying ‘Listen, I have something to tell you that might hurt your ego.’ She also slowed down her walk, perhaps to establish a six feet distance between us. “I understand you, Samantha. I really do. But hey, you were alone there! Of course, the first thing that everyone would think is you killed her, and you only composed a cover story to hide what you did. But, whatever! Screw them. What’s important right now is you are honest, you are innocent, and you only did the right thing to do.”This is what I hate about friendships. It’s always one sided. Unequal. Unbalanced. For a moment, I was there when she needed someone to lean on. But now, when the tables have turned, when it’s now me who needs someone to believe in me, she’s not even sure. Just like the detective, she doubts me too. Why are they so skeptical of me? I don’t even have a motive to kill Mrs. Magada in the first place! I barely even see her. We haven’t even exchange words since the year she transferred here. I unlocked the door of my car, and entered inside silently. Cylvia sat in the backseat without saying anything either. We stayed still; Listened to each other’s breathing. Eavesdropped to each other’s heartbeat. At that point in time, we had forgotten that we were together—in the car—and that we were friends. None of us could tell how long have we’ve been inside. Maybe it only lasted for a minute. Perhaps an hour. Or two. Who knows? We really lose track of time when we are emotional, right? My hands were like a couple of snakes tarrying over the leathered steering wheel. It felt so good when my fingers lingered on it. They enjoyed the snappy sensation of the AC. Like children enjoying the first snow of winter, the feeling was mutual to my slender fingers. And then a voice broke the silence.
“When are we moving?” The storm forming over my head vanished miraculously, as if an angel came down to blew it away. At first, I was angry. I was mad. I was upset. But just like the silence, it didn’t last long. I took a quick breather. “Now. We’re moving now,” I answered. I had always forgotten what it’s like to feel hurt every time I’m around Cylvia. If pain reliever was a person, it would surely be her. “You know you can skip school tomorrow if you want, right? I mean, it’s Friday. Other than that, I’m pretty sure the teachers will not be on the mood to teach us as well.” From the rear-view mirror, I saw Samantha sailed a smile. Although she was looking outside the window, I still felt the genuineness in her words. “Grieving usually takes days. Tomorrow’s only their first. I reckon they will gather in the office with flowers and prayers, and talk about the principal the whole day.” “I’m okay. I’m good.” “No, Samantha. I know what it feels like to be emotionally tired. And seriously, you don’t deserve this. A precious, fragile, and sensitive little bean like you don’t deserve any of this. You’re getting a rest.”“I’m only taking a day off if you’re going with me.” Exactly. If there’s any way I’d spend a rest, I’d definitely do it with her. What was the real definition of rest, by the way? Because for me, it’s talking to a friend. Talking to Cylvia. “Consider me going.” She winked. “I’m planning to visit my Mom’s grave tomorrow after class. But since we’re getting absent anyway, I’ll just visit her in the morning with you, and we can squander the rest of the day right after.”I smiled, my third so far for this day. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.” “It’s been a while since we last hang out together, so—yeah! Let’s make tomorrow special!”Just like that, we hit the rest of the roads with optimism. We played Taylor Swift soundtrack on the speaker, and we sang along with the song while driving past the other cars on a six p.m. traffic. We let slip from memory the misunderstanding that happened earlier, and dumped the emotions that almost devoured us whole. Within the remaining twelve minutes of the drive, we learned how to alter sadness with happiness; frustration with contentment; a frown with a smile. Within the remaining twelve minutes of the drive, we paid no attention to the world. We thought, ‘As long as we’re friends, nothing else will matter.Our concert in the car was forced to stop when we arrived at Samantha’s flat around seven in the evening. I dropped her after exchanging tight hugs and sincere goodbyes, and continued to pound the highways alone. I tried to ask her for a dinner on our favorite pizza place nearby but she refused. She said she wanted to cook chicken curry to celebrate the first death anniversary of her Mom, and fritter away the remaining hours remembering their happy memories, and reminiscing what it’s like to be loved a mother. She said that she’ll be okay, and that I’ll just go straight home, give myself a rest, and not be worried about her. I reached home by exactly eight o’clock. My twin brother’s car was already in the garage, so I assumed he’s home already. He must have told Mom and Dad about what happened, so I had the reason to become nervous. By the pool, I tried to ease myself, and thought of the words to use in explaining to them what happened. When I figured I was ready, I walked across the patio and knocked thrice at the door. Nobody answered, so I just pushed it open and entered inside. “Mom? Dad? I’m home!” I said, looking at all corners of the house but still didn’t see anyone. I headed straight to the kitchen where Mom should supposedly be preparing dinner. But she wasn’t there. There was no foods on the table. There was no dishes in the sink. There’s nothing inside the oven, either. I exited the kitchen, stopped by the kitchen door, and thought of the burgeoning doubts in my head. Where did she go?” Until I saw Dad’s office—opened. It was perpendicular to the pantry room, both of which were visible from where I was standing. I walked towards it, knocked at the partly opened door, but when he didn’t answer, I just proceeded inside. There, papers scattered all over the table. His laptop was left operating, while on it’s right was his warm coffee. His swivel chair was down to the tiled floor, which is very unusual because Dad was the tidiest person I’ve ever known. There’s no way he could’ve been this messy—especially not in his own workplace. I went back to the living room. The cover of one of the sanguine couches—the one in the center facing the television—was in total disarray. I wondered why. I advanced upstairs to consult Vhynz. He should be in his room by now. I knocked at his door. “Hey, Vhynz! Are you there?” Without a second or two, the door creaked open. He closed the door before I could even get in. “Why are you late? It’s already eight in the evening, Samantha!” he said, his voice louder than usual. He was on his all-time favorite turquoise pajamas, and a fluffy bunny slippers he bought three days ago. I walked with him downstairs. “It’s, uh, the interrogation thing. In connection to the investigation of the crime scene, I was held by the detective for a short interview, and it didn’t turn out well so let’s just not talk about it.” I faked a smile when twin brother looked at me. “Where’s Mom and Dad? They don’t have work, do they?”
“They don’t.” He looked away. “But that’s something we have to talk about over donuts and a cup of coffee.”
When we clocked in at the dining area, Vhynz moved a chair out of the table for me. He let me sat down, as he volunteered to brew us our beverage. “Make the coffee creamy, okay?” I demanded, though it was intended only for fun. Vhynz was always lazy, so moments like this should be treated as a rare event because, who knows this was his first and last? He never made me something before, and to be honest, I’m doubting if he’s really the Vhynz I knew. The one brewing the coffee right now could be his doppelganger. After some time, twin brother entered the dining room with a box of donuts on his right hand, and a black gooseneck coffee pot on his left. He placed them down the table, and went back into the kitchen to get us our coffee cups. “I’m not sure if you will like the coffee, but if you don’t, just pretend like you do,” he said, po-faced, when he got back. “I already adjusted my expectation for that.” I grinned as I poured some in my cup. “Anyway, what kind of magic spell was struck into you? Why a sudden change?” I kidded, though the tone was pretty serious. Vhynz rolled his eyes. He picked one donut out of the box and took a bite from it. With his mouth half-filled, he said, “I’ll tell you this straight from the shoulder.” He crammed down the donut, and sipped from his cup. “Mom and Dad aren’t not home.”I looked at him for a while, made fun of his serious face in my mind, and laughed hardly I almost spilled my coffee. “What are you talking about? Of course, I can see that. But where are they?” “They’re gone.”“Gone? What do you mean gone?” In a span of a minute, my mood suddenly changed. Vhynz had trouble keeping up with his words. “They have—they, uh, they sailed to the island.” “Wha—what? When?” “This afternoon, when I was in the Research Lab. I think you were already in the infirmary around that time,” he explained, staring at the box of donuts as if they weren’t his favorite anymore. “The call was sudden, though. Mom rang me out of the blue, told me they are going, and that it’s urgent because they received no reports and updates from the island a couple of days already. There’s been no word from the slaughter house as well, so they’re going to check if there’s something wrong.”“But do you think there’s really something wrong?” My eyes were like a couple of clouds doing the process of condensation. Not long from now, waters will surely rain down. Vhynz stared at his own reflection from the coffee. “I hope there’s none, but I’m sure there is.” “Vhynz!” I exclaimed, yet it remained as pointless as it was because Vhynz held my hand to calm me down. He knew that news like this would make me panic. “Listen, we have to accept it. They already left us the money in the safe. They also told me where they hid their credit cards in case we get short. Just that, alone, already indicates that something’s wrong. Let’s just be ready, twin sister. Let’s just be ready. The earlier we accept the truth, the lesser the pain we will feel when the time comes.”I shed a tear. And then they were two. And then the next thing I knew, they were all over my cheeks already. Like a falls fed with water after a heavy rain. I covered my face with both of my hands. I wondered. I thought. I imagined. Fuck. I cant. “We have to go there, Vhynz! We have to make sure that Mom and Dad are okay!” I pleaded. At this point of our conversion, it’s now only a matter of who can hold back more tears. I lost, and the competition haven’t even started yet. Vhynz looked up to the ceiling. He stuck his sight to the yellow light of the chandelier, as if it would save him from casting out his emotion juice. He only proved himself wrong. “We will go there, yes. But just like what Mom had said, now is not the right time."RABIYAIt was Friday, the first day after the principal’s murder, when I became desperate to initiate a talk with my classmate, Travis. Yes, Travis Exposito. The coldest, the strangest, the most mysterious, and the only guy of few words I’ve ever known in and out of the University. Technically, I didn’t know him. And in actual fact, no one from within this five hundred hectares wide Hamlet Creek University had the opportunity to heist at least a handful of information about him. He’s just uncanny. Very enigmatical in a way that messing with him was like ambushing a ship full of deadly pirates equipped with extreme arsenals, and sticking to your belief that you would still be able to take them all down just because that’s what the magical wisp had told you in your dreams.We were classmates since freshmen years, but it appeared to me—and surely to everybody as well—that the longer we breathed the same a
Between the moonlight making nine p.m. look like four a.m. and the cars clogging the parking lot like a cemetery after World War II, I had gone on foot only to realize that once I reached the center point of the area, there’s no identifying which was the North, East, South, and West anymore. Discombobulation had me at seven blinks, making the following blinks utterly harmful to my eyes as they made my vision go round in circles.Not one out of the sea of cars had its lights on. Not one person who owned any of them was traipsing around, either. Stuck in this place had me wondering, How am I supposed to find Travis’ car, the white one with golden strips above the plate number, when almost half of the cars inside this parking lot is identical to the one he owned?I continued walking, unmindful of where would my feet take me this time. The veins in my hand turned blue as I squeezed the silver chain of my shoulder bag, pressing it against
YURIThe sound of the fading engine triggered me to close my comic book. I looked outside the window and I found out that the yellow school bus I was riding stopped by the gate of Hamlet Creek University. After a short-distance drive, we finally arrived at school.The situation when we got there surprised me. Technically, Mondays in Hamlet Creek should be fun and exciting, everyone should have a smile on their face, and students should be running in all directions to look for their friends and classmates they missed after a weekend break. But now, the mood was different. It’s only seven o’clock in the morning, yet everyone already looked dull and dying. Not a voice was heard in the Freshmen’s building when normally, it should be the loudest. Not a student was talking to another student—they all just walked past each other like they were strangers only meeting once and will never meet again forever. I don’t understan
GEODIEPrejudice.It was not often spoken in this almost perfect institution. It was not often talked about. It was, honestly, an undefined word to us. And if Hamlet Creek University had its own dictionary, prejudice would surely be the only thing that cannot be found in it. But that didn’t mean we don’t have it in us.Just like Clarens’ case, Keiciara was transferred with no definite reason. Abrupt and unceremonious. That’s how I would describe their eviction from the Star Section, knowing that they both suffered from the same fate. But really, what were the rules that they violated?As I sat on the armchair next to the bow windows of the music room located at the second floor of the Star Sections’ Building, I shot my eyes like arrows off a crossbow to the third floor of the four-storey building parallel to where I was. The view was clear to me. I need no telescope only to see Keiciara’s face crum
It took us the whole day yesterday to finalize the composition of the song. I liked it. ‘Kill Me Again. Maybe This Time I Get Justice. Hearing it from Chuck’s very own mouth gave me the chills I didn’t expect to have at that very moment. The creeps that the title gave was beyond tolerable that I needed to open the nearest window for us to gasp for fresh air. The idea of the song, the message the lyrics was trying to convey, and even the tune and the melody when we sang it was very suffocating.I agreed to Chuck when he said we need to tell what people what really happened. The murder was brutal, so we need to say it like it was. No filters. No censors. But I was also brought round to the idea of Jermaine’s words. I thought she was right when she said that the song will not only produce controversies, but it will also bring people the fear and panic they shouldn’t have. To be honest, I was torn. But I have to set it all aside bec
TRAVISWe heard a shout.In the middle of our—their singing, we heard a powerful shout. It was clear to me whose voice was that. I wanted to panic and quickly dash out of the music room to check for it. But I didn’t know how to panic. Panic wasn’t my word.As the strumming of guitars and the piano dynamics ceased to play, I remained on my seat to observe a little longer. The humming of different voices were silenced, and the sound of pounding heartbeats replaced the melody in the air. The Black Chain moved out of the drum set. The Star Harmony stood away from the speakers. The twins moved to each other—both were confused. Yuri, Rabiya, Cylvia, and the rest near the windows rendezvoused on the center of the carpet. Instead of looking for the origin of the scream, they feared the scream.A minute after that strong holler was delivered to us by the brush of wind, I was left as the only one sit
Swear to God when I heard the siren of a police car wailing outside, the first things I thought of were being a prisoner, facing a sentence of twenty years, and everything in between. Like a cell. And bars made of steel. And an orange shirt with a giant ‘P’ in it. A whole new different world within a world less terrible than what I would live in.In three seconds, I froze. My feet were glued to the floor like everyone else’s. It was the moment I came to realize that I was too focused on thinking of possible solutions, without knowing I’m losing track of what’s more important. The problem.Few minutes ago, the question was supposedly just, ‘How do we get away with murder?’ But now, it turned out to be more difficult. ‘How do we get away with murder, if there’s a police waiting for us outside?’The vehement feelings that I had made me dash towards the window
The line disconnected. The police officer went back inside the car and started to drove away. The sound of his engine as he exited his parking spot distracted the tranquil night, waking our senses to make us realize that what we did was nothing but a mere act of buying time. We’re not done yet. In fact, we never started anything yet.As Philip withdrew his phone back inside his pants’ pocket, he made a one big gulp. I felt his Adam’s apple burned. His entire neck burned. He languidly crept his fingers onto my hands, making a throttled sound that could have meant something like a cry for help. “I—I can’t breathe,” he said chokingly as he patted my hands.I trudged a few steps backward, pulling him closer to me. My chest against his back. My chin touching his neck. I loosened the squeezing of my hands on his throat, and while feeling the heat of his intense inhalation, I ran off at the mouth. &ldqu
SAMANTHA Everything went so fast and abrupt since we decided to ditch the police and never show up in either of anyone’s houses. The best part was that, I felt what it was like being a villain. Yes, the way we moved, the way we established plans, and the way we executed them, it surely the same as how villains did their job on movies.By around this time, we were now inside our house. The black truck was parked outside the gate, as all of us entered inside to take a short break. While the rest were slouching on the sofa beds, I and my twin brother Vhynz searched the house to look for the map of the island where our slaughterhouse business was located. Well, the thing was, neither of us two was able to remember where we put that thing. All I could remember was the passcode of the safe where the credit cards and the money was left by our parents. When I checked it the moment we arrived, the map wa
CHUCKLooking at Travis when he followed to cop to lead him to where our tents were located was already a pain in the eyes to me. I could sense the fear he was feeling from afar, and I could hear the loud drum rolls of his heart as he walked steps farther away that us. It was already given that if someone was here in this island with us, chances was that, he or should could have planted the evidences that linked to us inside one of those tents. There could be a slim possibility that we would be proven guilty. Every single one of us were drunk and wasted last night; it would have been a perfect opportunity for the killer to get our fingerprints or perhaps, to be more believable, tag the murder weapon in our hands right after killing Janvic with it. But until now, I still did not realize how Janvic was killed. There were bruises and stabbed wounds all over his body, but they were scattered. Was it a brutal way of slaughtering? Or
A not so long time had passed but still none of Noel Hummingbird’s so called disciples had went out of the cottage to give us at least the tiniest update they could provide regarding on how was the status of the conversation. It has been an hour already since the clash between Philip and the detective had happened, but still, here we were, pinned down to the ground just yet, feeling the intense numbing of our arms, and the pain on our necks as we contest on our nerves about who will stay longer in this position and who will remain surviving until the end of the investigation protocol. While we were trying our best not to collapse and get passed out on our spot where everyone of us friends were gathered, I decided maybe it was best if we had our own little chitchat just to shut down the dead air that had been wrapping and suffocating us. I initiated the conversation, and thank all the heavens above my classmates chimed in and made it as fluent as possible. “Are you still
TRAVISWhen we heard the sirens wailed from afar, we already suspected that it was them already; Philip with the rest of our friends, and then the police car. Hearing them made us skip each of our things that we were doing and ran out of the cottage to meet them half way. There were some signs of relief in my heart, but at the same time I could not deny the fact that there were also nerves of nervousness trying to ruin the day. Obviously, none of us three who were left here in the cottage was the killer, and there supposedly have no reason for us to be feeling guilty. But why are we feeling the complete opposite? Why, while running going outside, are we feeling as if we wanted to hide something only to make sure that we could prove ourselves innocent? And lastly, why did I feel like here would go another round of spitting lies again, only to assure that this time, I, or neither of Rabiya and Chuck, would not be accused a killer?
RABIYA The amount of boxes for Travis to unpack was so overwhelming, just as overwhelming as the number of drawers I had check to make sure that not a single clue will be left unseen. Ever since we started doing what we were opt to do, we had not yet seen an evidence. Not one. Not even a little, slight, or discreet one. At this point of our semi investigation, I was now starting to think that what if there were really no clues hidden inside the cottage? What if we were just used to know that this was the usual routine every time there was a crime happening that it brought us to conclude that the same protocol should be implemented? I rested my face from frowning because of the unpleasant smell coming from the utensils that were long kept inside the drawers-- only God knew how long had they been there inside their cases. I moved three steps away from the kitchen cabinet, and then clapped the dusts off my hands. I then washed the
CHUCK After five minutes at most, Rabiya got out of the kitchen room with a serving platter and three cups of coffee. Just by the aroma of it, and just by seeing how the steam evaporated in the air sending thin clouds of visible smoke towards us, as if a hand trying to seduce us to drink it right away, I could already determine that the freshly brewed coffee were so satisfying. I jumped out of the sofa where I decided to sit for three minutes, and fetched Rabiya from the isle to get the cup she prepared for me. I determined it right away which cup was mine, because I was the only one who ordered my coffee to be black and pure. No sure, no creamer, no anything at all. “You better be sure this taste great,” I threatened Rabiya in a jokingly manner. She just gave me a good smirk, as if she was utterly confident that her brewed coffee would meet the standards of my peculiar taste buds. I then picked up another cup, the
It did not took us that long to finally accept the fact that now, starting from this moment, there will only be the three of us left here. I did not know how would I begin to internalize us, but every single time I would think about the isolation i give to our own selves, the first few things that wold cross my minds were death, conflicts, and again, another crime. Right now, just simply thinking about how big this place was for only the three of us who were left inside the beach resort, I was already defeated by the fact that we were completely overwhelmed. I did not know what was circling inside Travis’ mind at this exact moment, but there was only one thing I was sure: Whatever it was, it must be very, very complicated. I walked my feet away from the garage after the black truck Philip used to drive Janvic exited a couple of minutes ago. If not because of the wind which slapped me a cool hand on my face, never would I ever have awaken myself from that lucid daydream I had.
CHUCKIt did not took us that long to finally accept the fact that now, starting from this moment, there will only be the three of us left here. I did not know how would I begin to internalize us, but every single time I would think about the isolation i give to our own selves, the first few things that wold cross my minds were death, conflicts, and again, another crime. Right now, just simply thinking about how big this place was for only the three of us who were left inside the beach resort, I was already defeated by the fact that we were completely overwhelmed. I did not know what was circling inside Travis’ mind at this exact moment, but there was only one thing I was sure: Whatever it was, it must be very, very complicated. I walked my feet away from the garage after the black truck Philip used to drive Janvic exited a couple of minutes ago. If not because of the wind which slapped me a cool hand on my face, never wou
ANDREI Travis grouped us all into two, where each and every group had its own task to perform, all of which were very vital to the progress of our movement. The first group were merely composed of Geodie, Samantha, Cylvia, Yuri, Philip, and me. Based on the instructions of our acting leader who was Travis, we are going to be the group that will send Janvic to the nearest hospital and at the same time call the cops and bring them back here. Meanwhile, the other group which was composed of only Travis, Chuck, and Rabiya, they will be the ones that will remain here to check and investigate the place. When I asked Travis if the job was not too big for only the three of them to handle, he answered me firmly and confidently, ‘the lesser we are here, the easier the job will be.’ Well, that only made a lot of sense because it would be harder if there will be more people to stay here. The more the people will stay, the more