Daniel Surman
Daniel had made his way into the recreation room a few moments before the old guy came wandering in. He didn't care enough to start up a conversation, nor was he concerned about where the girl had went off to, so Daniel found himself mindlessly looking through the shelves while he waited for... for anything. Directions, a better explanation... a way out would be nice. Though at the moment, he'd take whatever he could get. Normally Daniel was picky about his options unless he was growing desperate. And this, this completely foreign situation, was enough to make him lunge into desperation if he had to stay five minutes longer.
The other blonde woman came creeping into the room and headed through another doorway. Just like with the old man, Daniel didn't bother with trying to talk to her. Sure, he wanted to get out of the place probably as much as everyone else, but actually chatting with them could be saved for when it was needed. Besides, none of them looked smart enough to plan out an escape anyway.
Daniel was skimming through one of the books from the shelf when the voices from the second room became more audible, then a few seconds passed and the first girl came rushing out. She began blabbering to both Daniel and the old guy, going on about her need to sustain some stupid addiction, and Daniel scowled in disgust as he took a few steps back.
Here they were, stuck underground somewhere, and the girls main focus was getting her drugs. Pathetic junkie. Daniel thought, glaring at her as she made her way over to the couch.
The other woman came in shortly after and began trying to sooth the addict, but all Daniel could think about was what the junkie had said only seconds before.
"With the way you two are acting, no shit we're gonna die in here." He snapped, shooting each of them a glare. "How about we start trying to figure some things out before we start moping, hey? There's gotta be a way out of this." Gotta be. His thoughts echoed. There was always a solution no matter what, wasn't there?
There wasn't a good way out for those people I killed. The thoughts continued, making Daniel momentarily freeze. Why would I be an exception when it comes to death?
Daniel pushed the thought away. He didn't want to think about that.
There was definitely a time where the young man would have acted more sympathetic towards Junkie and Little Miss Coo, but that was long since gone and now he just felt anger. Old Guy wasn't complaining, Daniel didn't hear any of the others wailing about their deaths, it was just Junkie, and frankly he wanted to tell her to quit the fuss and focus on the problem. The solution might be nonexistent, but it was at least worth a shot to try to find it.