They fell to silence. Her blood dripped down the wall towards her slumped carcass, and the brunette began to laugh. Nervously at first, but as the others began to look at her in disbelief, her amusement grew.

"Blood isn't supposed to flow TOWARDS the body!" She giggled, before falling to the ground, spasming from fits of laughter.

No one spoke, but waited, and her laughter turned to wracking sobs of grief. She quieted after a time, but remained on the floor, simply staring at the crumpled body of her now deceased lover.

Suddenly, the redheaded girl fell, in the middle of the silent crowd. The blonde boy caught her, and sat, cradling her unconcious form in his arms.

The remaining two males didn't have a clue as to the correct corse of action, so they sat together against the opposite wall, and hoped for a release from the madness.

                                                 It never came.