DAY ONE ; 7:30 A.M.
Kazuichi Souda collapsed on the floor of the shack they'd decided to hole up in, breathing hard. Kuwata glanced at him. "Okay?" he asked. Souda nodded, and Kuwata went back to barricading the door.
"What if we need to get out?" Souda asked. Kuwata sucked on the inside of his cheek for a few moments, then answered.
"We've got the tracker," he said. "We can leave the back window open. But who'll go through that? And anyone really dangerous won't be able to fit."
"Grenades…" Souda whimpered. "Or a crossbow, or-"
"Shut up!" Kuwata snapped. He whirled on his heels to face Souda, who shrunk back, utterly terrified. "It's the best we got, alright? And if anyone comes, we just blow 'em away with the Uzi! We'll be fine!"
Souda took in a great shuddering breath and didn't meet Kuwata's eyes. He nodded, keeping his eyes on the tracker. Kuwata grabbed it, pressing buttons seemingly at random, and then looked back to Souda.
"I'll take first watch. Get some sleep and try to not be so fucking crazy," Kuwata said. Souda nodded and curled up on his side, using his arm as a pillow and watching Kuwata as he kept watch. Orange mud-streaked hair, blue eyes narrowed as he stared at the tracker, foot jiggling restlessly, almost caressing the Uzi with his pointer finger. It made Souda nervous. This whole situation made Souda nervous, but the way that Kuwata was taking it so seriously…
But he'd rescued Souda. He'd saved him. He wasn't going to go crazy. Souda curled himself into a tighter ball and forced his eyes shut. He'd be fine. He'd be fine. Kuwata would be fine.
The gun was pulled from his hand gently and his eyes flew open. Kuwata was crouched beside him, Uzi in one hand. "Don't want you shooting yourself when you're asleep," he muttered, and Souda swallowed and nodded.
"R-right," he said. He managed an awkward smile. "Uh. Thanks."
"Yeah," Kuwata said. He nudged Souda's forehead with the heel of his hand. "I'll wake you up in a few hours. We're in D3, so it's not supposed to be a danger zone this morning."
"Okay," Souda said. Kuwata gave him a brief smirk, then went back to sitting on the chair near the door, one hand on the Uzi, the other on the pistol, tracker balanced on his knees. It still made Souda nervous, especially now that Kuwata had both guns.
But Souda would be asleep. It would be better for Kuwata to have both guns. And the tracker. And literally everything but the pack that was still slung over Souda's shoulder as he slept.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he heard a gunshot. He jumped, sitting up and clutching at his hair. Kuwata was standing on the chair with his top half out the window.
"Is-"
"Just a goddam cat," Kuwata said. He spat out the window. "Wasted ammunition 'cause I'm fucking jumpy."
"O-oh," Souda said. Kuwata looked at him.
"Go to sleep."
"Yeah."
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