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Topic Started: Dec 4 2010, 01:51 PM (3,490 Views)
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((Sunil Savarkar continued from Living in the Aftermath))

Sunil felt like crap.

No, that was an understatement. He felt like shit. How that was any different from feeling like crap, Sunil didn't know, but he just knew it was worse.

He felt sick, he felt bored (it was a little thing to complain about, but Sunil was sure he wasn't alone in missing all the little comforts and distractions from his comfortable everyday life), he felt depressed (the thought of an impending premature death was hardly the most comforting of thoughts), he was paranoid as fuck, he'd just seen a guy got shot for no god damn reason...

He still wasn't sure whether running away like a coward was the right thing to do.

Sure, it was pragmatic, but the whole shooting was probably a misunderstanding or something. And maybe the extra little help he could have provided would have been enough to save the victim's life.

Or maybe he would have just got in the way.

Burying his head in his hands, Sunil slid down onto the ground, a small, lonely tree stump propping his back up. He had no idea what to do any more.

And the recent "semi-announcement" from Danya (well, Mr. Kwong to be exact) hadn't helped.

It had temporarily resparked a hope that escape was possible, a third option existed with enough work and determination. And just as quickly, it had snuffed it out. Danya was offering whoever killed this Polanski girl (Sunil didn't know her that well, but judging that the life of Mr. Kwong was apparently an effective bargaining chip for her made her seem like a teacher's pet) a weapon.

And all those dumb souls who had already succumbed to the temptation of the game would probably lap it up.

It was frustrating, but Sunil had to be harsh and admit that, since all hope of even her escaping was negligible, he really couldn't give a shit about her plight. Yes, it would be nice if she escaped and lived happily ever after, probably to start a lucrative career in reality TV, but unless it was him or someone close to him escaping, did Sunil give a shit?

No.

Closing his eyes, he went to sleep.
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Being asleep, and having a rather nice dream involving a spa, a zombie apocalypse and a hot chick (which shall not be detailed here), Sunil had no idea of the steadily approaching cinderblock-armed psycho. Even if he was awake, he wasn't in the most perceptive condition, leaving him open to whatever grisly fate any random passers-by felt like inflicting on him.

Sleeping in the middle of the open was rather comfortable for Sunil.

Sure, it wasn't the best strategy and it betrayed Sunil's defeatist, lazy, don't-give-a-shit attitude to the world at large, but as was common with people with don't-give-a-shit attitudes, he didn't give a shit.

Were it not for Garry's timely intervention, Sunil's temporary lapse of judgement could have been the end of him.

However, Garry, in a heart-warming but also rather stupid display of altruism, did intervene with more than enough time to spare. He also happened to wake up Sunil, at the WORST possible moment. Just when the dream was getting good. I mean, before it was just a bunch of absurdist hi-jinks with maths teachers kicking zombies in the face and evacuation centres being like duty-free bits at the airport, but hell; he was locked in a spa with a hot chick and there were just about to have so fun....

But no, Mr. Beard decides to save his life and protect him.

Prick.

As Sunil groggily came to, he was too tired to assess the situation around him, and just mumbled incoherently as his vision tried to restore itself.
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As Sunil's senses returned to him and his mind reorganised itself into something usable, he finally noticed what the hell was going on what in front of him, and began piecing together the situation.

In the chaotic struggle that was unfolding in front of him, Sunil considered getting involved, but Garry (who he presumed was the one who was most likely on his side) seemed to have it handled. And anyway, all Sunil could have done was throw cans at Jake's face. While throwing one of those useless cans in someone's face was one of his secondary goals for his time on the island, he decided against it. His bag was just out of his reach, and it may have hit Garry in the face, or missed by a wide margin.

So, he just held his ground, sweating in fear and trembling in anticipation. His eyes followed the fight, taking in every little detail. The cuts, bruises and wounds the two received.

It was a short fight; a suspenseful, brutal, vicious fight, but one that nevertheless ended fairly quickly. Before Sunil knew it, Jake was lying comatose on the floor.

Garry was still conscious, but he didn't look happy with what had just happened.

Cautiously, Sunil climbed to his feet, and began to edge towards the scene, his eyes firmly on Garry and Jake.
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As the large, bearded boy before him tried to explain his actions to Sunil, Sunil's eyes darted between him and the comatose boy on the ground. In stark contrast to his somewhat manic, hostile behaviour a few moments before, the boy currently looked rather peaceful (aside from the slowly growing pool of blood coming out from his head), however as paranoid as Sunil currently was, he half expected him to jump back up again and gouge his eyes out. Still, from what it sounded like, Garry had acted and done all this to save Sunil's life, so he could probably be trusted.

If he couldn't, he could probably snap Sunil in half like a twig, but hey.

Giving Garry a cautious pat on the back in a token attempt to try and comfort him, Sunil then bent down and got a closer look at the apparent attacker. Up close, his pained, contorted face didn't look anywhere near as peaceful as he did from a distance, but he was still breathing. It was rough, inconsistent breathing, but he wasn't dead. Sunil hesitantly felt the boy's wrist for a pulse. After a second or two of fumbling around, he found it.

"He's not dead ye..."

Sunil cut himself off before he could finish that word.

Both he and Garry knew that it would only be a matter of time. Surviving shit like that was only plausibly survivable in the media. Yes, he had heard a few stories of people surviving things like that, but the rarity of those stories was what made them so special. A miracle wouldn't happen here, and Sunil wasn't even sure a miracle would be for the best.

Maybe Jake's condition was for the best. He was a potential threat, and maybe this was the most peaceful way to go. Yeah. It was for the best. For him, for Sunil, for Garry, for everyone.

Jake was brain-dead. Gone. A vegetable, doomed to die shortly. Mercy kills weren't exactly high on Sunil's to-do list, he'd always hated the thought of euthanasia and such, but the thought entered his mind.

Unsure of what to say or think, Sunil got back up to his feet, and turned to Garry. There was no need for asking him exactly what had happened; Sunil had already seen most of it. Quickly wiping some sleep from his eye, he placed his arm on Garry's back and quietly asked "You alright?"
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Thankfully, Sunil's feeble attempts at comforting Garry had not backfired; in fact, far from responding in a hostile matter out of paranoia and hurt pride (which was Sunil feared would happen, taking his recent bad luck into account), Garry seemed to be thankful for the sympathy. Sunil was hardly an expert at reading others, but he was pretty sure that was what Garry was feeling.

Then again, Sunil was just taking silence for gratitude.

Unlike Garry, Sunil failed to notice the new arrival on the scene. His back was turned to her, and the already fairly inobservant boy was too preoccupied with dealing with Garry and wrestling with his own thoughts. His mind only registered her when Garry DID notice her and ran over to check on her. Judging that Garry had it handled and the girl didn't appear to be someone he knew well, Sunil kept his distance, walking towards the scene at a slow, cautious, steady pace.

Well, Garry did appear to have it handled well, but then this girl (Rena, that was her name! Her surname....irrelevant. He didn't THINK he knew any other Renas) noticed the body, which was still lying there, open to the elements and visible to any casual observer who had no idea of what led to the boy's current state.

Before Sunil (and, judging by his mumblings, Garry as well) could worry further about what the new arrival would think and whether she would come to any hasty conclusions (not that she appeared to be in much of a state to act on them), the speakers spluttered to life once again. Unlike the first time an irregular announcement happened (when Sunil wasn't even aware such a thing was possible, even under extreme circumstances for the terrorists), Sunil wasn't as thrown off by this one (the first one having sent him into a panic that his internal clock had gone crazy until things became clearer), but it still came as an unwelcome surprise.

Liz Polanski was still causing trouble for the terrorists. Yes, it was nice to know that the plans of the terrorists did have their holes and glitches to exploit, yes, Sunil wished her the best, but if her continued existence meant that every other hour his name could be drawn at random and his neck exploded into smitheroons, he wouldn't be alone in wishing that she'd just have a heart attack or slip on an icy patch or something. Sure, Danya may stop his collar-blowing-upping if she just stopped breaking Danya's shit, but Sunil wasn't sure about that.

And then the fat jolly prick decided to keep to his word and blow a few collars up.

Cunt.

The names held no real personal significance for Sunil, but they obviously did for Garry. That, or he really cared about all his classmates, even the random ones he didn't look at twice back in Minnesota.

Sunil wanted to try and comfort him again, but he looked like he might just try and let out his frustrations on Sunil if he got too close, so instead Sunil just stood back, barely paying a second thought to Rena, trying to rack his mind for a suitable response.
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Luckily, Rena decided to step up to the plate and began to try and comfort Garry. Sunil, still clueless on how to respond or what he could do to help, just stayed where he was, not wishing to interfere, biting his nails subconsciously. Sunil just stood still, while the two talked, only piping up when Garry admitted he didn't know his name. "Sunil, it's Sunil." He wasn't sure if they'd heard him, but no matter.

Once the two had stopped their conversation, Sunil still had no idea what to say. He didn't know how to comfort Garry over the loss of his friends, and he didn't want to suggest they move away from the body or something else in case he came off as blunt or uncaring. Recovering from Danya's announcements was a lot harder now he was seeing first-hand the torment it was causing to the friends of some of those killed. Before he was just content with mourning for a few seconds, shrugging his shoulders to clear his mind of any depressing thoughts and then getting on with whatever crap he was doing.

It hadn't been ideal, and Sunil knew that it was harsh and cold-hearted, but it was better than this awkward situation.

He'd been unable to comfort neither Rena nor Garry. He'd never felt so pathetic, so useless in his entire life.

So instead, he just distracted himself by staring solemnly at the wet blood trickling out of Jake's head, onto the grass and the cinderblock, trying not to think that the body had once been home to a boy with thoughts, dreams and aspirations, and now was just an impotent vegetable.
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Sunil was compelled to agree with Garry and Rena. Being around a freshly-incapacitated, braindead Jake Crimson was hardly Sunil's idea of comfort. This whole area now struck Sunil as distinctly more morbid and hostile than it was beforehand. Far from being a nice, if unorthodox, place to nap, it now reminded Sunil only of violence. This whole place was insane, and Sunil found the suggestion of getting away from the corpse a very agreeable one. One he wished he'd thought of, but meh, it wasn't a competition.

Well, it was, technically, a kill or be killed competition to be exact, but the whole "who thought up of this plan first" element of SOTF wasn't in itself a competition.

Quickly stopping to scoop up his bag (which was lying, unaffected, unnervingly close to the slowly expanding pool of blood), Sunil gave Jake one last look, trying to come up with suitable, solemn words of parting, but considering he hardly knew the guy and his one experience with him could have resulted in his death were it not for Garry, it was not an easy task. So, he gave up, contented himself with a mumbled generic sentence on how cruel the game was, and then ran to catch up with Garry, quickly motioning at Rena to follow.

((Sunil Savarkar continued in Walk On Water Or Drown.))
Edited by General Goose, Aug 6 2011, 09:41 AM.
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