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it was a graveyard smash
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A confused look spread over Tim's face when Colin quietly apologized. He still seemed thoroughly upset, and Tim honestly wasn't sure when his friend would ever get over it. Much like Colin, Tim didn't think he had much of a chance of living past a few days. Maybe a week or so if he was lucky, mostly because of his decent weapon. But, anymore than a week? Definitely not.

After a week, people would begin to get desperate. Rations of food would start to evaporate quickly, as would many of their classmates. Tim assumed that only serious people would survive past a week. Was he serious? He honestly didn't think so. Sure, he had his handy gun (thanks to Colin), but did he possess the strength to use it against someone else? He wasn't sure. He didn't want to think about it just yet. He'd use it with the situation revealed itself. And by 'use it', he didn't mean that he would pull the trigger willy-nilly.

He would think. He would think logically. He wouldn't use it on someone who didn't deserve it.

"Why are you apologizing?" Tim's voice spoke after what seemed to be a few silence-filled minutes, his eyes not looking away from the vague figure in the distance. He fumbled around for his flashlight and flicked it on, considering approaching the figure. Maybe the person needed help. Maybe the person was looking for someone, anyone on this godforsaken island. Someone to relate to, someone to be with. The dark side of his brain was telling him that it could also be a killer, but... Tim decided he could take that chance. He had a gun, he could handle it.

Before he made the split-decision to get up and approach the person in the distance, Tim waited in absolute silence, his jaw clenched and his eyes staring forward. Much time passed in which the figure didn't move. Tim took this as a good sign and slowly stood up, about to approach the figure. This could be a fatal chance, but it was a chance that Tim was willing to take. He wanted to help people, and perhaps that person needed help. It could be dumb, but he didn't care. His time was numbered anyway.

But, before he could stand up and make his way over there, the dark figure stood up and started making great strides towards the ocean in front of him. Tim's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he watched, his mouth falling open. He was waiting for the person to slow, but it just kept going. Perhaps it was going to wash off or..or.. No.

It was entering the water.

Tim only had time to shout, "Colin..!" before he took off in the direction of the figure. He wasn't sure if this person was planning to swim to safety (undoubtedly stupid) or merely take their own life, but Tim wanted to be there to find out and set things straight. He couldn't just watch someone walk solemnly into the great dark ocean before him.

The closer he got, the clearer the figure became. Tim trained his flashlight on the figure drawing closer to the water and realized that it was a male. Squinting, Tim tried to figure out if it was someone he knew. Was this.. Jacob? Tim recalled having a few classes with the boys, but he wouldn't consider them fond acquaintances or anything. Just... familiar. But now wasn't the time to assess whether or not he liked Jacob or not.

Once he was within a fair distance of Jacob, well away from the comforting fire behind him, he shouted, "Jacob! Jacob, is that you?! What are you doing? Wait!!" He ran forward, and, without thinking, put a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from walking any further into the waters. "Don't.." Tim took a brief moment to glance back and see if Colin decided to follow Tim or stay behind by the fire.
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