Dylan Sommers
To the surprise of everyone, Dylan woke up yet again. His eyes were even redder than before. How long was he asleep? Twenty? Thirty minutes?
"Ohhh God..." Dylan moaned with both hands on his face, "Why can't I fucking sleep?"
He got up the bench and dropped the pillow and the ear buds inside Deadpool's crate of wonders. He then wandered to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Nothing of interest inside, just an assortment of nutritious food. He decided to take the green apple. He shut the door and took a bite of the apple, making a slight audible crunch. The tart and sour flavor tingling on his tastebuds was enjoyable. What wasn't enjoyable was the smell of crap coming from the guy in the wheelchair. "What have I gotten myself into?" he thought as he left the cabin towards the hallway. After passing thru some closed doors, he found the cargo area. He took another bite of the apple as he scanned around the room. "Just some crates, but nobody here. Who would be here, anyway?" He sat on top of a crate. He was glad he finally found a place where he was alone.
