Soldiers began pulling everyone out, one by one, until they are all lying on their bellies on the grass beside the road. Dakota keeps her head down, listening and waiting, fear tugging her that none of her friends or family had yet to speak.
"This one is dead," someone called out and Dakota's head snapped up, seeing a soldier place her mother's body gently on the asphalt.
"Mom!" she screamed, abandoning her tactic and jumping up only to drop down beside her mother, tears welling in her eyes, "No mommy...no don't be dead. No...I can't do this. I can't loose you both. No no no..."
"The other four are alive," another soldier barked out to whoever was in charge, "Although the driver is semi-unconcious and the brunette girl is pretty banged up. Looks like she hit the windshield."
Dakota's held her mother in her arms, crying, as her head swivelled to see her best friend, blood coating a side of her face that looked like she'd hit either the windshield or the front dashboard. Her eyes were closed and she was barely breathing, holding onto life by a string.
"That's Iris Winters," someone exclaimed, "Boss...isn't she..."
Dakota's head turned to the soldiers, her breath sucking in harsh as the last face she ever wanted to see stepped out of one of the vehicles that had been chasing them. Blake.
"You son of a bitch!" she snapped, holding her mother close to her chest.