James sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed, thoughts running through his head. He had been like this all week, avoiding and not talking to anyone. He began to grow distant to the others, feeling as if their lives were one bug cycle of enemies coming and going, attacking randomly. "I just can't take it,.." he said, just running his hands though his hair. "I just can't stay here anymore...." He felt a single, warm tear fall onto his cheek. He wiped it, holding back his urge to cry. He instead looked up at his clock, seeing it was midnighmt. James got up, grabbing his notebook. He ripped one page, grabbed his pencil, and began to write a long note. After several minutes, he finished and put it away. He went to his closet and began to grab his spare knife and some other stuff. He began to stuff it all into a duffel bag, which looked as if it had been used a lot in the past. During all this, James thought more. He began to think on how he was to tell them all about his 'news'. As soon as he was finished, he had completely planned it out. "Well, better get some sleep...tomorrow will be a long day."
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Departure
General FictionJames has had more than enough with this new life. After all, he's nearly gotten killed and has nearly gotten the others killed on multiple occasions. He's deciding to leave, forever.
