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It was Claire's turn first and John was not ready to disappoint, pulling out a rectangular black box to hand to her. She opened it, and a faint glimmer of silver came into view as she pulled a delicate looking necklace from the box. She smiled in glee as she placed it around her neck, stuttering words of thanks.
"This is for you, thought you should be able to protect yourself if you ever need to." Dave said as he pulled out a rather shiny knife in a sheath from his bag, handing it over to her.
Next, John pulled out a package from his own bag, handing it to Dave. Dave nodded as he took the package, unwrapping it to reveal a handgun quite similar to mine. A brief smirk could be seen on Dave's face as he looked at the gun.
"Thanks, man. I wondered what you were doing back there." he said to John, clearly talking about something that had happened while they were out.
"Well it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if you knew now, would it mate?" John snickered, motioning to his bag once more.
"Now for you, Ethan. I've got something special." John sang, walking over to me with two packages in hand. I wondered what he could have possibly acquired for me.
As I thought about it, he handed the first one over to me. It was another shopping bag with a few rectangular objects inside. As I opened it, I realised what they were; magazines for my handgun, full of rounds.
"Thanks, man." I uttered, but was cut off near the end as John spoke again.
"Don't thank me just yet, wait till you see the next one!" he said, laughing a little before handing me the last package.
I turned the square box over in my hands for a few seconds before opening it gently. A glint of gold was visible as the box opened; it was a watch cast in solid gold and silver.
"I imagine that you're phone is just about out of juice, right?" John said in his sing-song tone of voice, pointing to my pocket.
"Wow, this is great. I wonder how much it's worth.." I said, thanking John profusely as I tried on the watch. It was a decent fit, a little slack but it wasn't as if I could get it adjusted. It suited me quite a bit considering how often I checked the time.
For Paul was an obvious gift; books. His eyes lit up as Dave and John pulled out a book each by his favourite author. Paul didn't seem to do much besides read the whole time I had been here, I suppose it was his hobby.
My hobby was dead in the snow, along with all my other possessions.
Having completely forgotten about Christmas, I had to improvise a little with my choice in gifts. For Dave, I gave the metal baseball bat I had acquired from the supermarket. For John, I gave something I had hidden in my bag for the last day or so; a leather slouch hat.
As he tried on the hat, I was vividly reminded of a character from a game I used to play, an Australian Sniper who had a tendency to wear these sorts of hats. John looked the part, he even had the kukri.
"Now, THIS is nice." John said, checking himself out in the mirror.
"Thought you might like it, saw it when we first met." I muttered, shrugging my shoulders lightly.
"So your first thought was to get me a hat?" John laughed, spinning around on the spot, his coat swishing around behind him.
"Not exactly.." I grimaced.
Unfortunately, I didn't really have much else to give and made my apologies clear to Paul and Claire. I had pretty much forgotten about Christmas, so hadn't had time to prepare.
Everything was buried in the rubble.
So we sat there, quietly singing songs and drinking whiskey. John was still admiring his hat in the corner of the room.
At least he liked it.
I felt strangely disillusioned with the whole scenario. Here we were drinking alcohol and pulling Christmas crackers with funny hats, having a jolly time while outside in the dark people were screaming, dying and struggling to live.
We sat around the fire for a couple of hours,
It was Claire's turn first and John was not ready to disappoint, pulling out a rectangular black box to hand to her. She opened it, and a faint glimmer of silver came into view as she pulled a delicate looking necklace from the box. She smiled in glee as she placed it around her neck, stuttering words of thanks.
"This is for you, thought you should be able to protect yourself if you ever need to." Dave said as he pulled out a rather shiny knife in a sheath from his bag, handing it over to her.
Next, John pulled out a package from his own bag, handing it to Dave. Dave nodded as he took the package, unwrapping it to reveal a handgun quite similar to mine. A brief smirk could be seen on Dave's face as he looked at the gun.
"Thanks, man. I wondered what you were doing back there." he said to John, clearly talking about something that had happened while they were out.
"Well it wouldn't have been much of a surprise if you knew now, would it mate?" John snickered, motioning to his bag once more.
"Now for you, Ethan. I've got something special." John sang, walking over to me with two packages in hand. I wondered what he could have possibly acquired for me.
As I thought about it, he handed the first one over to me. It was another shopping bag with a few rectangular objects inside. As I opened it, I realised what they were; magazines for my handgun, full of rounds.
"Thanks, man." I uttered, but was cut off near the end as John spoke again.
"Don't thank me just yet, wait till you see the next one!" he said, laughing a little before handing me the last package.
I turned the square box over in my hands for a few seconds before opening it gently. A glint of gold was visible as the box opened; it was a watch cast in solid gold and silver.
"I imagine that you're phone is just about out of juice, right?" John said in his sing-song tone of voice, pointing to my pocket.
"Wow, this is great. I wonder how much it's worth.." I said, thanking John profusely as I tried on the watch. It was a decent fit, a little slack but it wasn't as if I could get it adjusted. It suited me quite a bit considering how often I checked the time.
For Paul was an obvious gift; books. His eyes lit up as Dave and John pulled out a book each by his favourite author. Paul didn't seem to do much besides read the whole time I had been here, I suppose it was his hobby.
My hobby was dead in the snow, along with all my other possessions.
Having completely forgotten about Christmas, I had to improvise a little with my choice in gifts. For Dave, I gave the metal baseball bat I had acquired from the supermarket. For John, I gave something I had hidden in my bag for the last day or so; a leather slouch hat.
As he tried on the hat, I was vividly reminded of a character from a game I used to play, an Australian Sniper who had a tendency to wear these sorts of hats. John looked the part, he even had the kukri.
"Now, THIS is nice." John said, checking himself out in the mirror.
"Thought you might like it, saw it when we first met." I muttered, shrugging my shoulders lightly.
"So your first thought was to get me a hat?" John laughed, spinning around on the spot, his coat swishing around behind him.
"Not exactly.." I grimaced.
Unfortunately, I didn't really have much else to give and made my apologies clear to Paul and Claire. I had pretty much forgotten about Christmas, so hadn't had time to prepare.
Everything was buried in the rubble.
So we sat there, quietly singing songs and drinking whiskey. John was still admiring his hat in the corner of the room.
At least he liked it.
I felt strangely disillusioned with the whole scenario. Here we were drinking alcohol and pulling Christmas crackers with funny hats, having a jolly time while outside in the dark people were screaming, dying and struggling to live.
We sat around the fire for a couple of hours,
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