Damien's ears pick up a noise in the distance, his emense fear of late has toned his senses to every crack, squeek, or groan of anything. Damien leans up and looks toward the noise, he tries to recollect the last few actions of his friends, and realizes that his friend just went that way. "It's alright guys, thats just Tommy..." Although he says it to comfort his friends, he doesn't believe it himself. He slowly gets up, grabs his bag of glass, and walks in that direction, throwing his hand up to silence his friends when they question him.
[Thinking to himself] Oh boy, you **** up my life, I am going to rid you of yours![/thinking to himself]