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Morphogenetic Fear; Open for everyone to be sad in~~
Topic Started: Aug 13 2016, 04:34 PM (728 Views)
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((B041: Wayne Cox starts))

At that moment, Wayne appeared on camera, running full-tilt towards the beach, his daypack pounding against his back, his knife strapped to his hip.

He wished that he could have said that panic was the only thing on his mind. That it was a buzzing static that drowned out all his other thoughts. But that simply wasn't true.

There had been a plan, hastily constructed between hyperventilating breaths.

If he was here... He needed an advantage. Something. Anything.

That meant the girl ahead of him, wading her way away from shore. That meant the bag, carelessly discarded on the sand.

Not even the other girl, shouting, chasing after the first, would stop him.

He only had one chance. One chance, before everyone came to terms with where they were. Prepared themselves. Brought the guns out. Got to killing. He couldn't think straight, couldn't figure out what to do. An advantage. Surprise was an advantage, and it was the only thing he could count on now.

Flurries of sand flew from beneath his shoes as he slid to a halt, breathing hard, the taste of what he thought was blood in his mouth. With one hand, he grabbed the bag, sending the assorted items on top spilling to the sand.

With shaking hands, stumbling away as quickly as he could, he tore open the daypack and began rifling through it.
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Wayne didn't recognize the girl who began chasing him, but that wasn't important. Was it? His priorities were all jumbled, everything still whirling in his head. There was a point. He had the point. Surprise was lost. Time to go.

The smart thing to do here - the thing he should have done in the first place, the thing he had known he should have done, even before being noticed - was to run off with the entire bag. Sling it over his shoulder and go.

Instead, he hadn't. The bag was open, his hand inside, four food bars clutched in his grasp. He'd already transferred three others and a bottle of water to his bag before he'd been noticed. That was seven bars - out of ten? Fifteen? He'd meant to count. He'd meant to split them somehow, ensure some sort of... some sort of right to this wrong, but now he didn't have time.

With a grunt, he pitched the bag, contents flying out, straight in the direction of his pursuer.

Then he ran, his guilt dogging him every step of the way.

((Wayne Cox continued in AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH))
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