Current Thoughts||I will not be a sitting duck
"I apologize for my incredibly inappropriate behavior. I was just spooked. I think I saw a ghost. Or Six. I don't remember." Hazel couldn't help, but smile. The sarcasm was clear and thick. It was nice that someone could make her smile in a time like this. When he was feeling less hostile, she would have to go up to him and thank him for the giggle. But not right now. Right now they were trying to figure out what was going on. Besides the deaths. Besides the tragedy. Besides the waiting. What was the next move. "Okay, I say if this tree thing doesn't start directing us soon, we should come up with a plan. It's silly to just stand here... Does anyone else have any ideas?" One of them. Finally someone is starting to understand that waiting by the tree wasn't the perfect plan. They don't even know what is out there. Being sitting ducks wasn't going to ensure their safety. In all honesty, this could be where they all die. Again. Hazel wasn't really keen about the first time she died. "I wish we had marshmallows," The random comment interrupted Hazel's thoughts. "I'm allergic to marshmallows"
They make her throat swell up. Very dangerous stuff. But then another thought came to Hazel. While in limbo, is she allergic to anything. What terrible things did she have to avoid as a human that she could embrace now? She would love to try peanuts for the first time. Those also make her throat swell up. "It is obvious we need a plan. First we need to realize we are not ghost but real living flesh." All eyes were on the screamer. He was walking over to the blonde that mentioned marshmallows. And then he kissed her. Was this really the time for finding love? "See, I felt that, she felt that. Look at yourselves. You have no wounds, blood or bruises from your deaths. In fact you don't even have scars. We have been made whole and perfect again. Why in the hell are we waiting for someone else to decide our faith?" Hazel thought about that. He was right. No pain. No scars. No blood. It was like she wasn't even killed. Almost as if she woke up someone else. Now she was starting to like that one too. Took everyone long enough to see it her way.
Looking around, she saw no one was saying anything else. Hazel stood up and brushed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder. "I think we should give these "people" five more minutes to show up and then we venture out into the forest. Granted we don't know what's going on and I think it would be better if we go as a group than having one of us run off." Hazel said, loosely crossing her arms.