The Choice - Brian

Brian was having a bad day. Salt water stung at his eyes as it dripped off his coat, he was soaked to the bone and everything hurt. The past few days all blurred together, stretched out and reaching beyond his recollection, but he knew he’d taken a tumble at some point. Might have even passed out. No broken bones thankfully, but there was no denying that he was bruised and sore, his breathing wheezy as he padded across the sand, a dark ceiling of a sea cave over head.

He saw several figures ahead and felt a twitching desire call out to them. He shouldn’t be alone.

“Hey,” he gasped, coughing as the seawater burned his throat. “Over here.”