Daniel Surman
Daniel wanted to laugh at how ridiculous everything sounded at the moment. Maybe it was just the weird ass room getting to his head, but suddenly he felt like he was loosing it.
How the hell were they supposed to get out of this? It seemed unlikely, impossible even, but he couldn't be out of the game that quickly, could he? It hadn't even fully started.
How pathetic. He thought, scoffing to himself. Truly pathetic, me.
"Shut up." He muttered under his breath, scowling at the floor. "No one asked for your opinion."
Once he realized what he was doing, Daniel frowned. Talking to myself. Fantastic. You're out of the game, Dan. Go home, die, whatever.
He really was beginning to feel like a lunatic.
Once Julie stopped talking, Daniel casted a nervous glance at her. She was still annoying, yeah, but at least at the moment she had some sense. Perhaps it was all just tactics for her, but for the first time since meeting the junkie, Julie actually came off as friendly.
"Do you believe that?" He asked, forcing himself to not sound as afraid as he felt. Before, Daniel could clearly picture facing Death in the eye and laughing at it, but now that it was actually possible. . . he was beginning to feel not so immortal after all. What was he? Just a creep of a teenager who liked to watch things burn. Did that sound like someone who could save their ass? No. Definitely not. "Getting out of this, I mean. You think we can?"