AJ was sitting in the back corner of the RV, with his arms supported by his knees. The top half of his face was concealed by shadows so it was hard to tell what his expression was. He had a large bloodstain on the front of his jacket. But it wasn't his own blood. It was there from a dying friend coughing up blood while AJ held them. He mentally counted how many of the people's had known had died. 5? 6? He wasn't so sure about anything anymore. He recalled the ways they had died..
One had been eaten alive, screaming. Another had been making a joke then got a bullet in their head from some random survivor, and one got burned alive, another one sacrificed himself. And another committed suicide. And the latest one had been stabbed by a traitor.
She was the only friend he knew from before it all started now. Other than him. But he had disappeared as well.
At one time, AJ had hoped that she and