***Wyatt****
Korbin is eerily quiet as we drive the last leg of our trip home, staring off at the trees that we zoom past. It’s frightening. He’s never quiet.
I had not even set foot on the plane when Korbin called me the day of the attack, the fear thick in his voice as he demanded I return to the hotel. He could not even explain to me what had happened, his words slurred as he incoherently begged me to come help him. I did my best to calm him down and stayed on the line with him until I returned to the hotel where I got the shock of my life, finding Caine’s lifeless body stuffed in the back of the truck.
“What happened?” I demanded, unwilling to believe my own eyes as I stared at the body.
“H-he just went crazy!” Korbin hiccuped between sobs. “I-I don’t even know what- what happen
