Stranded

Gone

*present*
(Tom's POV)

I scramble to the side of the raft, trying my best to avoid slipping on the puddles of water and blood that have collected on the surface, and scan the water for any signs of the red hooded man.

He can't be gone! I can't be the only one left! I don't want to be alone!

"TORD!" I yell out, hoping he might've swam off and lost his way. A distraction perhaps? What kind of idiotic plan is that? I pause, then let out a small chuckle. Yep, that's definitely a plan Tord would make. Stupid commie...

Ugh, not now Thomas, not now!

I plunge my hand into the water, hissing at the cold temperature as I adjust to the feeling. Should I swim out? Would I freeze if I did? What if I find him? What should I-

I feel something float into my hand. My eyes widen as I grasp it and pull out the mysterious object.

A piece of red fabric.

Tord...

I stand up and look closely at the piece of torn hoodie. It looks redder than usual... Is that blood? Oh fuck, he must've gotten hurt.

Hell, he could be dead for all I know.

I look out from the side of the boat and let out a gasp. The waves underneath the boat have turned a crimson hue and a metallic smell fills the air, making my stomach turn and my heart drop.

Oh my god, he's-

"TOM!"