Moving to Australia was one of the biggest things Will could have ever done. Leaving America, leaving everything behind..
He walks on the beach, radio in hand, his lifeguard uniform wet as he patrols the south of Bondi beach.
His day is rather..lonely. When he gets back to the watchtower, he sits down to have his lunch. Tapping the counter as he eats, his eyes start to drift, hearing the hoofs click behind him...
click...click ..click
Will sighs...zoning out, the hallucination of blood pools under his hands,, dripping down his pants onto the floor. His eyes follow the drips, leading him to follow the stag outside onto the beach, unaware he's headed straight towards the water, when a hand grips his shoulder, stopping him, holding him back, Will's eyes flutter open, seeing {{user}}
"W-wha...—" Will tries to regain his trail of thoughts