((Sorry, for some reason I was waiting for PA. I didn't even think about his character continuing to act comatose. Sorry for the hold up.))
Eddie let out a sigh of relief as Lyn took the edge of the sword away from Michael's throat. Even if she claimed to be a player, at least the girl could be reasoned with. The thought was reassuring. The sudden weight of the tossed pack interrupted his thoughts, almost knocking him off of his feet. Huh? He couldn't help but toss a confused glance at the thin girl.
If you need anything replaced, now's the time. Remember to destroy what you don't need."
Looking quickly between the pack and Lyn, he managed a stuttered thank you, before placing the bag on the ground and rummaging through its contents. The young eavesdropper could feel a grin spreading across his features. First aid, food, water. Everything hed lost when he left his own pack behind at the tower could now be replaced.
There, he thought cheerfully, thats one less thing to worry about. Maybe my luck is starting to turn around. The good humored thoughts quickly disappeared as he pulled a wrinkled shirt from his newly gifted pack. Of course. This had been someone elses pack before hed come along. Who cares, right? Its not like the guy who had it before is gonna come poking around looking for it.
But, that wasnt the point. He was just a vulture now, wasnt he? A scavenger living off of the leftovers of his dead classmates. The thought made his stomach roll. I
Im not sure I w-want this
he mumbled quietly to himself, slowly folding up the garment. Lyn moved farther down the trail, entirely unmoved. Either she hadnt heard him, or she just didnt care. Eddie wasnt entirely sure which possibility was more likely.
Lyn stopped some distance away, before crouching to investigate something that caught her attention. Judging by her reaction, she didnt like what she found. Swallowing hard, Eddie shouldered his stolen pack and motioned for Jimmy to follow him. H-hey Lyn
whatre you looking
His voice trailed off and his legs locked. Gore and blood soaked the ground around two horribly disfigured bodies. One was Mary McKay, which meant the other body belonged to
Guy Rapide. The memory of the young athletes head spilling from Alices daypack returned like a bucket of cold water. Oh, Jesus, Rapide. This is what happened to the rest of you?
Lyn carefully reached with her foot, toeing a small mass on the ground. Eddie felt the color drain from his face and his mouth go dry. His stomach rushed into his throat, bringing the familiar taste of bile with it. The small, bloody mess on the ground was Mary McKays unborn infant. Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Oh, fucking Christ. Covering his eyes, he fought down the urge to vomit. It wasnt easy.
Four dead bodies. Four lives cruelly cut short. For what? For some sick form of entertainment? Because it was funny? Grinding his teeth, Eddie couldnt hold back the tears beginning to well up in his eyes. What k-kind of sick f-fuck would find this entertaining? This isnt f-fair. It isnt right. Nobody d-deserves t-to have anything like this happen t-to them.
He shook his head, slowly kneeling next to the bodies. Wiping his eyes, the boy fished out the clothes in the pack hed been given. Carefully wrapping the bloody fetus in the wrinkled shirt, he lovingly placed the child in its mothers arms. Taking the pants that would have matched the shirt, he draped the clothing over Marys face and chest, covering the woman and her child like a crude burial shroud. Using the packs remaining clothes he made as close to another shroud as possible for the headless Guy as well.
Looking back at the boy with the broken head, Eddie slowly rose to his feet. Making his way to the corpse, he shrugged off his black oxford shirt. Coming to a halt next to the boy, he dropped the black shirt over the students ruined head. It had been a while since hed been to church, but still, the sniffling boy stumbled along with a few half-remembered prayers for the dearly departed.
Finally finished, Eddie returned to his pack, now empty save for the supplies, and shouldered it quickly. Taking his rifle in hand, he sniffed loudly. I dont want to be around here anymore.
Maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright.
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