It had been about twenty-four hours since Garry and Sunil departed the burned ruins of the sawmill. A twenty-four hours that had seemed to stretch on into infinity. They'd heard the amplified voices of the rescuers, and so they'd made their way to the nearest beach post haste, which happened to be the one situated on the north side of the island. But they were too late. The promised boats weren't there. All that greeted them were a few dead bodies and some craters that had been blasted in the sand.
All hope hadn't gone yet though. There was more than one beach, so they'd tried their luck at the other stretch on the east side, but that too was devoid of any transportation away from the hell-hole they were currently residing in. Garry and Sunil had literally missed the boat, their chances of escape dashed to pieces like, well, a boat on a rock. Garry had been so close to breaking down again, having been so hopeful of rescue and then having that hope snatched away at the last second. He could only hope that Saul had managed to find the boats and get on board to safety.
After trekking through the night, the pair needed a place to rest, and that was how they had ended up taking cover inside the bait shop by the docks. It stank of rotting fish, something that Garry was having a hard time getting used to. Many times during the night he had to head outside just for a breath of relatively fresh and clean air.
After spending the night up (and forcing himself not to gag from the stench), paintball gun trained on the door and listening for any possible intruders, the morning announcements started up. Garry had to admit he caught off guard when it was someone else speaking over the tannoy system instead of Danya. Not that there was a problem with that, he'd been getting increasingly sick of hearing Danya's voice while he gloated over the deaths of his friends and classmates.
And then came the sucker punch. The escape attempt had, according to the new guy, been thwarted. And by thwarted, everyone who'd taken part in it had died. And he had to listen to each and every name as they were rattled off, one by one. Garry couldn't even begin to imagine what they'd gone through, ever so close to freedom and then just being picked off. Garry sighed loudly in dismay when he heard that Allen and Isabel, two people from his biology class, had been killed in the attempt.
But, miraculously, Saul hadn't. His name wasn't read out, he was still alive.
Garry didn't know how to feel. On the one hand, Saul had missed out on the rescue mission and was still alive. On the other, he was still on the island and was still faced with the prospect of an imminent death. Garry turned to Sunil, who'd been sleeping as best he could on the floor while he stood guard. "What do you say, Sunil? Do we move out of here now and look for Saul, or wait here a while longer?" he asked, looking through the grubby windows for any signs of other students heading their way.
He was feeling more and more miserable with each passing second. His feet ached like there was no tomorrow (a fate, he remembered, that was all too likely) and he still hadn't found who he was looking for, even though it seemed like he'd searched the entire island. Laying back in the sand, he exhaled deeply and mumbled a few words.
"Where are you, Garry?"
((Saul Fetteralf continued from The Cavalry Arrives))