He listened to her pleas and cursed himself for acting so harshly at her approach. He just didnt want anyone around right now. He had just killed a close friend of his and he didnt want to risk anyone else. He also just wanted to be alone to wallow in his shame, and adsorb all the guilt and shame in his own introspective manner. As finished covering the corpse of Gregory Moyer he became all the more aware of Stacys presence. Before she had just been an intruder, but now he realized that she was a young lady, and she was pleading for his partnership. The situation was beyond his recognition. He didnt know what to do.
Then suddenly, Blake stumbled back as Stacy quickly leaned in. He started to raise his hands defensively to protect himself, but was caught completely off guard when she suddenly kissed him on the lips. He stood back and stared at her in awe as the sun rose over the oceanic horizon. The sun glint and shone in his eyes, but he made no effort to shield them from the sun.
The voice blared on over and across the whole island ecstatically. Blake listened faintly, and only really took note at a few things. The first thing he took note of was the danger zone. He quickly reached into his pack and in a mindless sort of stupor, wrote down all of the areas. Never faltering for a minute, he nearly dropped all this things when the voice over the intercom mentioned his name.
Oh Christ! Everyone is going to think I killed him on purpose! You assholes! It was an accident!
He bristled and tightened his fist into balls but never voiced his opinion aloud; the very last thing he wanted was a terrorist out for his blood. Looking around as he continued to listen he realized Stacy was still standing diligently nearby. Blake stared at her as the announcement continued, he could hardly believe it was morning already, and he could hardly believe he had just been kissed by a girl, for the first time in his life.
The announcement called out his number just before fading off into obscurity.
Stacy was still poised and ready for Blakes reaction. She was a whole new person to him now, intimidating, but also somehow alluring in her own dangerous way. It was not a matter if he could trust her or not, but he could sense somehow in her something that he could sense in Walter Smith or Gregory Moyer. She was scared and she wanted his protection.
He looked up at the sky and cursed the gods for this cruel game they were playing with his mind. Stomach acids churned and his innards shifted as he tried to work something out of this. What if the terrorists where calling him to the marina out of some sick joke? He wouldnt put it past a bunch of guys who kidnapped kids for a living. Still, there was always the off chance, and he had to get out of this area anyway. It was not good to linger anywhere for too long in this game.
The marina was his destination; he had managed to work out that much in his brain, which had been reduced to a stew at the moment. Slowly, he calculated the repercussions, and all the while he kept staring over at Stacy. The tall girl was beautiful and frightening for a number of reasons, but Blake still felt obligated to her in a way. He still didnt trust her, but he didnt want to just abandon her.
Blake paused for a seemingly long time. Im sorry I was being such a dick, and I want to thank you for not pulling a fast one on me, but I have to go right now. And I have to go alone. If I see you again Ill try my best to help you in anyway I can, but right now I need to settle some things on my own
With that Blake bolted off towards the south. He clenched his now heavier bag close with a free arm and still held his bloodstained Bible in the other. The warm breeze whipped his face and turned his sleepless red-eyes even redder. Surveying his supplies and his surroundings once again, he looked at the front cover of his Bible. The golden engraved title was smeared with dark dry blood, which seemed to seep its way into the hard black cover. He uttered a few words to himself as he ran off towards the marina.
Im so sorry, Gregory. I just want to go home
((Continued in Weapons Drop