Dallas leaned against the wall, his empty beer bottle in his hand, and his other hand in his duster pocket. His placed the bottle down on the ground and pulled out yet another cigarette and his lighter. He light the cigarette, breathing out a puff of smoke. Dallas looked down to his pack of smokes. He was almost out. This was like his 4th one today. 'God damn it this is your last one...' He told himself quickly, the cigarette hanging in his mouth. He looked towards Hayley, then back towards his lighter. Caroline gave this too him, and it still worked. He didn't know why she would give him this. She wouldn't want him smoking, and definitely not this much. Dallas stuffed the lighter in the same pocket as his photo of Caroline. Dallas leaned back, taking his cigarette out and breathing the fumes out into the air. Dallas felt heavy. Why wouldn't he? his armour under his duster weighed him down slightly, and he'd been walking around in it for days. Dallas held his cigarette in his right hand, and began to stare off into space.