Runing, they all were running.
Her bow was held tight in her hand, arrows gone. Next to her a very bloody Inuyasha, with his sword held tight in his hand, blood slipping down the crying blade.
"Kagome!" Miroku cried out, it was so loud, it was so dark, everyone, everything.
"Where are we going!" Miroku yelled out, his own fear starting to show in his voice,
"The well!" She yelled back, her heart drumming in even her own ears.
Sango had long thrown away her weapon, to heavy to carry.
"The well?" Inuyasha yelled out "What are you thinking Kagome!"