Matthew let off another shot just before Justin disappeared from view. Like all of the other shots, it missed, although it was the closest to hitting him. After taking a moment to aim in his general direction, he tried to fire only to be met by a clicking noise.
He eyed the gun in confusion for a moment before looking back up and pulling the trigger again. Another click. That's when it hit him, he was out of bullets.
Gritting his teeth, he stopped in his tracks, panting, and grabbed the sniper slung from his back. Setting the shotgun down and going into a crouch, he searched around for Justin only to be met with more overgrowth. There was a moment when he could swear he heard footsteps and tried to look in its direction to no avail. That's when he was forced to admit to himself that Justin got away. There's no way he was catching up to him.
"FUCK!" Matthew screamed, resisting the temptation to throw the rifle to the ground. Slinging the rifle over his back and picking up the shotgun, he stood back up and looked towards where he thinks Justin ran off to.
"If you can hear me, know that I will hunt you down! I will make sure that you don't make it off of this damn island!"
Getting that out of his system, he turned around and began to make his way back to Shauna and Angie, taking deep breaths to calm himself all the while. God, that was...that was scary. He didn't know any other way to put it. One bullet to the head and he could've joined the girls in death. It didn't have to end this way. All it would've taken to save them was to make sure Justin was dead instead of just assuming he was while he was incapacitated earlier.
Shauna and Angie could've been alive.
His foot kicked something on the ground and he looked down to saw a...magazine? Scratch that, he saw a few magazines next to each other. Picking one of them up and seeing the bullets on the dirt, it was safe to assume that it was the ammunition for the rifle. Why would Justin lose something as important as this? He must have dropped them by accident.
That's...lucky of me, I guess...
Putting the bullets back in their respective magazines, he put them in his hoodie pocket and continued to walk until he could see the bodies of the girls, with Angie lying on top of Shauna. His anger made way to sadness as he stood over them.
"I'm sorry." Matthew said, fighting back tears. There wasn't any time for a funeral, he has to take whatever they have and get the hell out of here before someone else comes.
Pushing Angie off of Shauna, he began to search their bodies for ammo or anything else that's useful. After a minute or two of digging through their pockets, he found nothing except for the condom that Angie had, which he tossed to the ground. Standing up and rubbing his face with his hand, he figured that their bags might have what he needed.
It took a bit of looking around, but he eventually managed to find them near the manor as well as his own that he dropped during the chaos. While Angie's bag had practically nothing, he struck gold with Shaunas. Along with the ammunition for the shotgun, he found another weapon that looked like some kind of sword, meaning that he can throw away his worthless scissors.
He should've felt relieved that he wasn't completely defenseless now, but he reminded himself about what it cost.
Dumping the ammo and sword into his own bag, along with a second first aid kit, he returned to the bodies. Remembering something about Regina and Caroline, he moved Angie and Shauna's hands so that it looked like they were holding them. Like they were together in death. It was the least he could do for them.
"I'll get that fucker for the both of you." He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the tears. "I promise."
((Matthew Hunt continued in
Do it, Try it))