Re: (it's fine by me! Pinke is going to fade out now.)
Damon led with the lantern. He knew that both Hershel and the girl were hurting. Jefferson seemed to keep up alright. He had to admit, he was about as hopeful as the other man about what they would be able to achieve there, but he couldn't stand just waiting. They had to do or try something, or he was going to snap, and that was something that would be completely counter productive.
He slowed his steps when Hershel said he needed a break. He didn't want to leave them behind. No, Elena wouldn't leave them behind, and neither would he. He hadn't looked back yet when the girl's soft voice caught him mid-step. His head snapped back. "What? No." He pushed himself, at not quite vampire speed, but a speed that was definitely unusual, slowed only a little bit by the fog. She was fading, vanishing before his eyes, and he was still too late.
"What the fuck? Where did she go?" He dropped to a knee, noting the small tracks. He felt it, whatever it was, grief perhaps, even if he hadn't known her. He had tried to help her and failed. He just stayed at the footprints, shaking his head. He was dead anyway.