He turned around and looked at Serce. He had a question, he might as well ask her. "Do you know a Heather Martinez?" he asked her, hoping for a yes.
"I didn't. He did," Serce says, dipping her head slightly toward the body she held. "Why?" She tilts her head to one side, frowning. "You already said we're probably the only ones."
"I just..." he trailed off, hanging his head in sorrow. He didn't even know what he could do at this point.
"T-thank you." Gia said as she looked to her sides to figure which way she could go. She slowly started backing up. 'Where are my brothers? Please be alive.' She thinks to herself.
"You don't have to go... We... I could help you look for them," Serce offers, taking a hesitant step toward Gia. "After I find somewhere to bury him..."
Vic walked back to Heather's house. He entered the tol shed behind their house and grabbed a shovel. He walked back to where Serce was. "Pick a spot."
Gia froze and a panic look crossed her face. The girl was stepping toward her. What now? T-thank you." Gia said but still took a step back. People weren't really her thing. She's not a people person.
Vic accidentally bumped into Gia. "Sorry," he murmered, quickly stepping away.
Serce bites her lip, looking for a suitable spot to bury her stepbrother, pausing beneath an oak tree. "Here."
He noticed that, despite the shape of everything else, the tree was still in all of its beauty. Kind of weird. He walked to where she pointed and dug the shovel into the ground, using his foot to push it further into the soil. He began digging a grave. He focused only on that and nothing else; if he thought about Heather anymore, he'd die or something.
Gia stumbled back and mumbled something under her breath. She waiting a couple of feet away as the two worked.
Serce watches silently, her face hidden by her pale silver-blonde hair. Tears ran down her cheeks, falling onto Jase's face. "I'm so sorry... I loved you, Jase, I swear," she whispers.
When the grave was dug, he went and got Jase, arrying him over to the grave, which sounds way easier than it was. He placed him snug in the grave, then leaned on his shovel.
Serce kneels by the grave, whispering a few words in Polish before getting to her feet and looking at Vic. "Thank you."
He nodded. He began to fill the hole back up with dirt. "What's your name?" he managed to ask, though he doubted he'd get a straight answer.
Serce stands on her toes, breaking off two decent sized branches and taking the hair tie from her wrist, binding the branches together in the form of a cross. "Serce Srebrny. Polish for Silver Heart," she says, sticking the makeshift grave marker upright over the grave once it was filled in. "And you? What's your name?"
"Victor Charlotte. Nice to meet you." He leaned against the tree and stared out into the distance. He could see clouds rolling in, he was sure, though whether they were storm clouds was beyond his knowledge.
Serce nods, closing her eyes and sighing. "My stepbrother was Jasny Aniol, but we called him Jase. His name meant Light Angel. Well... I suppose it fits better now than I like to admit." She grabs onto one of the thicker branches of the tree, using it to help pull herself up until she could sit on it, watching the clouds. "Looks like rain or something."
He nodded solemnly, feeling emotionally drained. He reached down by the tree and picked up the diary, holding it to him for dear life.
Serce sighs. "We should probably find somewhere we can stay before the storm's on us..." she says, hopping down from the tree, wincing slightly. "That was higher up than I thought."