Rose let out a weary sigh as her arms dropped from their defensive position to her sides. The battle was over... for now. She turned with a heavy heart to John's prostrate form sprawled on the ground where he'd been thrown after being stabbed in the back. Her face twisted in sorrow as she treaded over to her friend, knowing that he most likely had passed on while she continued to strife. John lay there on his back, face turned to the sky with his lanky arms sprawled at his sides. His glasses were missing from his face, though she quickly located them a couple feet away. She walked over to him pausing to bend down and take the frames from the ground; the rectangular lenses were cracked and stained. She cradled them in her hands as she looked back up at John as she slowly walked forward, her eyes taking in the large amount of blood that had drained from his body which pooled around him on the cold ground.
'Yes… he is already-'
Her somber conclusion was halted when she saw