He hopes distantly that he won't get violently, dramatically sick in front of Johnny. He's pretty sure that's the last thing they both need.
He breathes in and breathes out, tamping down the sickening lurch in his stomach and the reek of rot.
Daniel picks up the pipe with a rasp of metal, noting the thick, dark red spattered over it, and quickly looks back up at Johnny instead. Survival. That's what this will have to be. Jack would have a focused mind throughout this. They can't help them. They can't be saved.
Unless they can.
"Either one," he says, and releases another shaky breath, and forces his mind into something resembling a tactical bent. "Bullets will only last as long as there's still ammo."
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He hopes distantly that he won't get violently, dramatically sick in front of Johnny. He's pretty sure that's the last thing they both need.
He breathes in and breathes out, tamping down the sickening lurch in his stomach and the reek of rot.
Daniel picks up the pipe with a rasp of metal, noting the thick, dark red spattered over it, and quickly looks back up at Johnny instead. Survival. That's what this will have to be. Jack would have a focused mind throughout this. They can't help them. They can't be saved.
Unless they can.
"Either one," he says, and releases another shaky breath, and forces his mind into something resembling a tactical bent. "Bullets will only last as long as there's still ammo."