France

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On the coast in France. A couple months later. 

I spit out the ocean water when i landed in the sand. 

Disgusting. 

I couldn't stop coughing but looked around. 

Daryl was lying a few feet away from me in the sand on his  back. He wasn't moving. 

I froze "no no no no no, Daryl!"

No movement.

I stood up and made a few steps before dropping to the ground because i was too exhausted and my clothes were drenched and heavy.

Me "Daryl!"

No movement. 

I crawled over to him and shook him. 

He had his eyes closed.

Me "come on, open your eyes"

Then i slapped his cheek a little "Daryl"

No movement. 

I rolled him onto his side and opened his mouth "come on, D"

Then i saw how water left his mouth and suddenly his chest started to move.

He started to cough water out.

I put a hand on his back and patted it. 

He moved onto all fours to cough out more water. 

Daryl fell to his side and into my lap "Ken-"

I put an arm around him and the other one on his head "it's okay. it's okay. I am here"

Then i looked around. 


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Daryl and i walked around the place. 

I hate being in drenched clothes....especially if sand sticks to it. 

Daryl stopped walking and looked at a street sign "Ken"

I looked at him before looking at the sign and my jaw dropped. 

French? are we in France?

We moved father into the the village and found a motorboat. 

Daryl got onto it first before i followed him. 

He went through the stuff and found a bottle of water. 

I looked around. 

Daryl drink a little from the bottle before handing it over to me. 

I grabbed it"Thank you"

Then i drank from it but stopped when a third was left. 

Me "D"

He looked at me and i offered him the bottle.

Then he shook his head "drink it"

I shook my had "you're barely drank from it"

Daryl "i want you to have it. "

I shot him a look "Drink it "

Daryl stared at me before grabbing the bottle and drinking some water. 

He didn't drink all of it though and handed the bottle back to me. 

I rolled my eyes and gave him a soft look. 

He kept looking through the stuff on the boat and found an audio recorder. 

Must have been from the owner. 

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