THE DANGERS OF ISOLATION

Shh

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"Have you found anything yet?" A raspy voice asked from behind me as I looked under a bunk.

"No not yet, but hey, look at this." I flipped open a book to reveal a diary. "Who knew Traverse was such a poet?"

"Isn't he the guy that punched you yesterday?"

I sighed. "Yeah..." Putting the book down next me while Ghost came around me. Grabbing it and tossing it into the inspection pile. "Better safe than sorry huh?" I asked.

"Mm." He mumbled. Sitting next to me to help me search. "You gotta hurry up with these searches, we don't have all day to gauk at everything we find."

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

"I'm serious."

I got up from my seat and stood over Ghost who, sitting down, was almost the height of my shoulder. "Then you can do this bunk and I'll start on the next. Tell me if you find anything." I could feel his eye roll from behind me as I walked over to another cot. Pulling out a box that was full of pictures and postcards. I didn't look at any of them though, only carried the box over to the inspection pile and started on the next bunk.

"Atta girl."

I smiled, feeling the approval from Ghost made me feel a little warmer from yesterday. I'm still not over that man's death.. even though I didn't know him, I can't whether it's because I think it's my fault or because I know it is.

I'm the one that carried him out, so I should be the one blamed for his death.

I exhaled as I sat down. Moppily searching the rest of the person's stuff. I found pictures upon pictures of little kids playing. I guess they were hers. But nonetheless Laswell wanted everything. I stood back up, walking over to the pile and dumping the box there. Once the room was clean, Ghost and I started loading the boxes up into a cart to drive over to Laswell. When that was done, I decided to get breakfast. It was around 11 PM, but I had woken up around a few hours ago so breakfast was still breakfast to me. But instead of oatmeal, I got treated to a sandwich I didn't really like. Eating it alone from a table outside the mess hall. Watching as John and the others finished up their searches.

"Why're you out ere?" Ghost spoke with his slight British accent poking out.

I wiggled my sandwich as I chewed the bite I was finishing. Taking in another while he stood there, watching me. I quickly swallowed, sighing before speaking. "Do you need something?"

"..No."

I furrowed my brows and looked over to him, confused on what he was out here for then. But before I could ask, I found him gone. Vanished into thin air. I turned back to my sandwich. Was I going crazy? Did I just imagine him?

I finished my food and went to dump my trash away when I saw Ghost eating alone in the hallway again. So I didn't imagine him, I thought as I walked over to him. "If you wanted to eat together again you could've just said so." I sat down across from him. His brooding eyes following my every movement.

"Not my place to tell you."

"You still could've asked, I liked eating with you yesterday."

"When you got punched in the face? I can still see your cut cheek."

I playfully rolled my eyes. "Whatever Ghost." I looked down at his tray to see him eating an apple and sandwich again. "Damn, you really like those things huh?"

He looked confused. "What things?"

"Apples and sandwiches."

He shrugged. "Best things they have here."