Strangely enough, Adam is perfectly calm. He's no idea how long since he swam to shore, but his legs still ache and the cotton in his mouth is getting harder to breathe around. Still, he wanders the beach looking for other survivors. He heard voices earlier, but couldn't cry out to them. It's a funny thought: all it took was a plane crash to shut him up.
He doesn't really wonder why he's so calm. He understands what happens when he's overstimulated. He could cry, wail, curse god or fate or a drunk pilot. He could scream at the top of his lungs for help. He could just lie there in the sand until the seagulls and crabs ate him. It's hard to muster the energy to be hysterical when you've got so many things to be hysterical about. Instead, he's almost catatonic.
Waving the collar of his wet shirt, Adam notices the boy dragging a stick in the sand. He hadn't thought of doing that... As he gets closer and reads the message, a smile lights up his face. Water! Maybe he was wrong, maybe he should be looking on the bright side. He's alive! He's alive and there's water! When he feels himself getting ready to let out a cheer, his smile dies. Just one more thing to be hysterical about...
"You found water?" he askes, voice raspy and flat. Of course he found water, why would anyone lie about that? Unless they were a cannibal luring survivors to a big, bubbling pot. Still means water. Shaking some of the sand from his hair, Adam looks around. "I could help? Where'd you get that stick?"
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He doesn't really wonder why he's so calm. He understands what happens when he's overstimulated. He could cry, wail, curse god or fate or a drunk pilot. He could scream at the top of his lungs for help. He could just lie there in the sand until the seagulls and crabs ate him. It's hard to muster the energy to be hysterical when you've got so many things to be hysterical about. Instead, he's almost catatonic.
Waving the collar of his wet shirt, Adam notices the boy dragging a stick in the sand. He hadn't thought of doing that... As he gets closer and reads the message, a smile lights up his face. Water! Maybe he was wrong, maybe he should be looking on the bright side. He's alive! He's alive and there's water! When he feels himself getting ready to let out a cheer, his smile dies. Just one more thing to be hysterical about...
"You found water?" he askes, voice raspy and flat. Of course he found water, why would anyone lie about that? Unless they were a cannibal luring survivors to a big, bubbling pot. Still means water. Shaking some of the sand from his hair, Adam looks around. "I could help? Where'd you get that stick?"