John saw her move between the trees with ease. He reflected what happened in the last twenty four hours. For now, John was appointed as leader of the small group of five (whatever that meant), but he was almost certain it wouldn't last long. He was only appointed leader because he had a strange looking pistol, where everyone else had none. If the pistol had magically appeared to someone else, no one would have to deal with his many comments.
People don't usually realize the comfort they have in doing whatever they want, whenever they want. If John didn't know before, he knew now. All they had to do all day was made sure they had enough food and water (which was easy because somehow there was fruit trees planted all around) and made sure they weren't bored to death.
Sundae, his only companion walking through the woods, had been yaddering about nothing for the past fifteen minutes. It was more difficult to travel to the lighthouse in the dark, but they had to. Luke had been missing for five hours. Luke was only supposed to check the lighthouse and return. Now it was their job to check up on him.
"There has to be a reason why he hasn't come back," Sundae continued, probably making a point of some sorts. "I—"
"Yeah," John said abruptly. "There is."
He gestured to the heap of clothes on the ground, strangely coloured a stark red. In the low light he had almost missed him. Sundae bent down, and John noticing how her hands went from her face to finally resting on her lap.
They didn't know what to say.
John used his black gloves to safely touch his shirt and tucked away the cloth around his neck. Two precise pierces were in his neck, and that's were all the blood came from. With all the blood, there was no way Luke was still alive. "Crap..." It seemed to hit too close to home, this vampire way of killing people, but he didn't know how. Surely there can't be vampires sharing the island with them?
John forced back the sudden urge to curl up into a ball and rest there. He can't seem weak, especially not here. Especially not with Sundae mere inches from him.
A creak rang through the air, and John jumped onto his feet in reaction. "What was that?" he said, but he already knew what it was.
The lighthouse.
They both raced into the clearing of the trees, temporarily abandoning Luke. Him and Sundae both knew to pause at the end of the forest, knowing that there might be their killer right there.
A boy was approaching a girl to their right at top speed. John lifted up his pistol, pausing only a millisecond to aim. It hit the attacker square in the chest, yet it seemed to hardly faze him. Superhuman. The second one hit him a little to the right of his heart, yet down he went.
John thought he heard the rustle of someone making a quick escape, but he ignored it. The girl seemed familiar somehow, yet he knew he hadn't seen her before today.
She was still shaking, and John was pleased to see that all the blood on her was from the attacker, not her. Why am I not calling it a vampire? Because it's ridiculous, he scolded himself.
"What's your name?" John asked, offering a hand. She shied away from it almost immediately. He understood, so it wasn't much of a problem. If he had the choice to shake hands with someone who had just shot someone twice, he probably wouldn't have either.
Please tell me it's still alive, he thought, approaching the creature carefully. Its chest was not rising up and down, so he confirmed it dead.
Taking a deep breath, he rubbed his hands over his jeans as if that would help the dirtiness he felt on them. Even if he was going to attack the girl, he couldn't help to have his heart flutter at the thought of killing someone. Something, he thought again.
While John was contemplating nothing, Sundae had been actually working. If anyone should have been the leader, it should have been her. She had already gotten the girl back up on her feet after she had stumbled, and the girl was even trying out a smile. Personally, John thought it looked deformed on her still terrified face.
"Her name is Carmen," Sundae said. It was as if a high pitch note strummed inside John's head. He tried to hide any recognition, but it didn't matter. Carmen's eyes turned wide when she got a good look at John.
"Do I... Do I know you?" she asked hesitantly. John shook his head, then stopped, and then shook again.
"I don't know!" he finally managed. "I don't know anything about this place. I'm tired of everyone expecting me to know everything." He started back to the pathway they had forged through.
It was going to be impossible bringing Luke back to the cave, but John knew they had to do something. Using the black gloves he had previously discarded in a nearby bush, he put them back on, and half dragged what used to be Luke into a dip in the land. Bushes also covered the area. He didn't have a shovel, so it was the best he could do.
It didn't feel right to give a small few words about Luke. He didn't get the chance to know him in the day he knew him. John knew he would be mad if someone tried that on him.
So all he muttered was, "Amen," before he got up and kicked the nearest tree.
A red thing stood out among the moonlight stained grass, and he picked it up. It was as if he touched electricity. John dropped it almost immediately, but he didn't back down from the challenge. He picked it right back up again, and stared at it.
It was almost an exact copy of the pocket watch in his pocket. He pulled his own out, and it was confirmed. It had the same almost-sparkly paint to it, with the same black hinge.
John was curious to see what was inside. It was definitely harder to open than his own, but when it did open, he blinked at what he saw. 'JAKE FROM STATE FARM'. Why would there be a guy from an ad in there?
He settled it on being a nickname. A nickname just like his own concealed. John opened up his own, and sighed. 'JOHN CENA'.
