Charlie
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1, 2, 3 he missed. Charlie, the hard rocking musician, sat up and shakily strummed his precious guitar. His guitar, the one thing that kept his mind off his drugs. His drugs, the one thing that kept him stable. And Locke had them. 1, 2, 3 he played again, but this time, Locke interupted him. With a look of horror, Charlie turned down Locke's invitation for a walk. But it seemed Locke wouldn't give up. Locke asked again and again. Eventually, Charlie gave in. He got up and the two started walking. After a few minutes, he turned around. But all he could see was an empty trail, As he shouted Locke's name, a loud noise came behind him. A noise that all the survivors had come to recognize. At once, all he could think...was "Run!". And he ran, the noise getting closer and closer with every stride...
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