((Sterling Odair continued from Wrong Direction))
So he'd made it to the Western Beach. Far enough out of the reach of the rest of the island. It looked like something bug had gone down, but it was empty enough for Sterling.
Walking into the boat store he saw the blood. His first reaction was to think of cleaning it, but it didn't seem worth it. Walking to another place in the store (the blocked the blood) Sterling sat down and caught his breath.
Taking the gun out of his bag Sterling inspected it. Could I use it? He pictured himself gunning other kids, but his stomach turned. He'd forgotten the last time he ate, so he broke out some of Jonas' food and started eating.
He wondered how everyone was. Was Amber still alive, what about Caesar, Bobby, Simon, and that Shawn kid he met at the hotel. After groaning Sterling realized that contemplating the fates of his class mates wasn't going to help. He moved to behind the register, and lay down to rest.
Sterling awoke with a start, not realizing he fell asleep. Rubbing his face he sat up using his bad arm for support. It barely held his weight, but the shooting pains reminded his to re-bandage the wound along with his others. Taking the first aid kit back out he got everything he used last time when he spotted a bottle of saline solution. After reading it, he elected to try this instead of the rubbing alcohol.
It was a bit cold, but didn't hurt half as much.
After he finished his work Sterling leaned back. He was just exhausted, and it wasn't even noon. At least it wasn't noon since the announcement hadn't been on yet. Maybe he left too early, but it wasn't like he could go back and claim to have taken the longest piss ever. Tossing the kit in the bag it hit Jonas' gun.
Sterling looked at it for a while before pulling it out along with a paper booklet that was the manuel. He began to read it. He read what his priorities listed: aiming and reloading. He skimmed the rest of the booklet. He had what was needed down, but it wasn't like he was gonna be pro now that he read it.
With the booklet in the bag, and the safety remained "On" on the gun as he placed it next to him and sighed. He felt like he should say something about this. About the game, Tiffany, Jonas, Karen, and stuff. Nothing sounded right, though. Everything he thought sounded preachy. Sterling put his good arm behind his head.