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Where Will You Stand When the Flood Comes?
It wasn't like they weren't going to die anyway. If wasn't they wouldn't eventually die.

That was the only thing he could think of in reply to Nate, but probably also the last thing anyone needed to hear.

Maybe he wasn't worried about it because he'd come to terms with in long ago. That everyone was going to die and it was probably going to be senseless and wasn't really going to mean anything.

And didn't that mean every moment mattered all the more, to stave off that impending and suddenly much more imminent death.

But nope, he couldn't say anything like that. Far too conflict avoidant to say the first thing and too worried about sounding sappy for the second. He knew his his usual methods weren't working, and yet everything in his head was screaming at him to stay safe in his comfort zone.

"Hazel's right. Maybe let's... calm down and... and..."

His hands continued to gesticulate, but he had no idea what he was doing anymore.

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She tried.

We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
Pain, red hot and white cold, like the time she had a fever so bad that she needed to be sent to the hospital.

Nothing was moving, and yet the whole world was spinning before her.

Alessio? But he was too far away with the shotgun, wasn't he? But she couldn't even turn to see who or what had happened or why she wasn't holding on to the gun any longer.

"Brendan! Go!"

She wanted to run too, but her legs weren't moving. Panic? Or was it really this bad already? She could feel the blood dripping down her back, the pain was terrible, but it was probably worse than it looked, right? After all, things tended to work out at the end.

This wasn't the end.

There were things she still needed to do.

She was supposed to help Brendan. She was supposed to find Jaime and Emma. She was supposed to somehow survive and make it back home and then work out what to do tell her parents. What to say to the rest of the kids at school. What to say to Michelle. She wasn't supposed to die until after things were okay.

Her legs crumpled at last, as if telling her that the thought was wrong.

But she still wasn't dead yet.

She wasn't going to die yet.

Not here.

Not like this.

She wasn't-


We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
"Maybe save the thanks for after we get out of here alive."

Jon's body was rolling closer towards them, almost as if creepily chasing them even it his current state, but she did her best to ignore him this time. Guilt hadn't helped her at all, and she shouldn't be looking at him to make it even worse.

Alessio was barely a concern in her mind, too. She wasn't even pointing the gun at him anymore, instead holding it loosely with one hand, as she prepared to run off with Brendan. He had looked cowed when she passed him by. The moment they started moving off, she'd be fine.

After all, her plan was working. Things going right for once, even if she needed to . Brendan looked more okay than she'd thought. Wadn't Jon been shooting at him? But it was good that he looked okay, right? Give him a few seconds and maybe he could run.

"Can you walk?"

She was waiting for a yes, and then they could move get away from here.

What she didn't expect was the sudden flash of movement, of sound, and a sudden throbbing pain in her back.

We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
It worked?

Jon was down. It looked bad, even from here. Regret? Guilt? Some mix of emotions somewhere on that spectrum anyway, but Alessio was still here, and she still had to deal with him.

She could shoot Alessio too. Get it all over with. She'd already shot two people after all, what more was three, especially when the third was a murderer.

A tiny voice in the back of her head tried to remind her that she was one as well, but it didn't matter. She was trying to do the right thing.

And right now, the right thing was to help one fucking person on the island whether they liked if or not. Jon was the agressor, so clearly he was in the wrong. She definitely wasn't trying to rationalise everything away.

"Why? Wanna try it on someone else? You stay back. You try anything funny and I shoot you too." Right now, more important things came first. If Brendan died, she couldn't fix that. Alessio escaping, she could fix later. Note to self, fix was probably a bad choice of words here.

She made her way past Alessio, gun pointed at him. She could see it on his face. To him she was the monster. Knowing what she was trying to do didn't help her feel any better.

She could trust Brendan, right? He was a little bit awkward of a guy, but probably far less likely to actually hurt anyone than anyone else here. That was why she was helping him.

"Brendan, come on. Let's get up."

Watching out for Alessio was a lot more difficult than she thought. She should have shot him.

No, she probably shouldn't have, just like she shouldn't have shot Jon, but god, would it have made things so much easier. But too late. Not the worst decisions she'd made so far anyway.

"I'm gonna help patch you up. Let's get out of here."

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We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
She was fumbling with the safety when she heard it, gunshots in the distance.

No, not the distance, they were practically on the docks, and why did they have to be here now?

Jon was the shooter. To think she'd wanted to help him yesterday. What the fuck was wrong with all of them here? Everyone wanted to shoot someone.

And Alessio, he shot at them. With her gun.


She was supposed to take him out before he could do that. He'd missed but it wouldn't be long before he recovered.

He would shoot them.

But if she shot Alessio, Jon still had a gun, and in the absolute best case he'd hit Brendan. And Brendan was a killer too, and fuck, her stupid understanding of morality had not prepared her for this.

Maybe she shoots Jon? But wasn't that what she was trying to prevent Alessio from doing as well?

What was she trying to do anyway? Who was she trying to help? Brendan? Jon? Herself?

She didn't even need to fire, did she. She could just let it play out. Hang back. Let things sort themselves out.

She'd messed up with Will. Messed up so bad. And here they were making her play out the same decisions again and again. And yet, she still couldn't let herself just watch as people got killed right in front of her.

She was doing something stupid again. But this time she knew what she was doing. That made it better, right?

She aimed at Jon and fired.

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We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
He bought it.

Somehow he'd bought it and was going away and oh my god he was getting away with the gun and that was the shittiest thing that she'd managed to do on the island so far. Killing one person was stupid enough, now she'd passed a gun to a person she knew would kill.

Everytime she thought she couldn't fuck up any worse she just had to prove herself wrong, didn't she? And if she heard his name on the announcements again, she would know that she was the one who did let it happen.

But there was a way out of that.

She had been thinking about it the entire time and now that the moment had come she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She was overthinking it. All she needed to do was pick it up, point it at him and pray that she hit. She'd managed it once before, why couldn't she just do it now, when it mattered.

He was getting further away.

The longer she hesitated, the further he got, and the worse it would be to try it.

Ther were go. Gun in hand.

She had one shot.

She had to do it.

She needed to do it now.

Her finger pulled the trigger.

For the second time, the trigger didn't budge.

We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
The sword dropped, the metal clanging against wood and concrete before it came to a stop. He really meant what he was saying, didn't he? Every bit of it.

He thought she was strong? For killing someone? That she could win?

Head completely up his arse. She would have laughed if he wasn't pointing a gun at her.

"You're serious. That's why?" But she wasn't going to press any further, not with his gun still pointing at her.

He still wanted to kill.

The worst part was hat his argument almost made sense. Letting him go along and kill people meant that she wouldn't have to kill anyone and yet still have a shot of making it home. She'd already killed once. It counted even if it was an accident, right? She'd meant to kill someone anyway, and she'd gotten the wrong person. If she could make it home-

But no. No. No. No. Just thinking about it this much was bad enough. She wasn't this kind of selfish person. It was sounded nice, way nice. But she was supposed to be better than that. Besides, there was no way to make sure he kept his promise. What if he shot her anyway? That would be the smart thing to do, if she was him. And Alessio just stood there, staring at her as if he was some sort of lost puppy, and why did it only make him even creepier? He wasn't bluffing when he said he wasn't going to budge if she didn't pass him the gun, was he?

God, she didn't have the patience for this now. She needed to continue searching.

"Alright. I give up. You get the gun."

She threw the shotgun as hard as she could, trying to get it as far from Alessio as she could on the narrow docks. Wouldn't it be great if it broke from the impact? But that was probably too much to ask for wasn't it?

"Keep your promise."

Her rifle was still right behind her.

We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
So she was a walking treasure bag to killers now. Anyone who had heard the announcements knew that she had food, water and a weapon. She knew it must have been a trap, but she hadn't thought of this. But it didn't matter whether she picked it up or not, after all. They'd all think she'd taken it anyway, because who would be stupid enough to turn away free food?

Which meant that Alessio had all the reason in the world to shoot her. The gun was probably his only advantage. How he'd managed to kill so many people. But he was afraid, he was a scavenger, he was a coward. She just needed to hang tight and maybe he'd go away. Or maybe he'd actaully shoot her. But he was still far enough away that it was worth a shot.

"Okay, give me a good reason to give you the gun. I'm not dumb enough to throw away my only weapon just so you can shoot me with it." She waved the shotgun a little, trying to draw attention to it, and away from the other gun lying on top of her duffel bag.

"Besides, you already have your own, don't you?."

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We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
There was a sound from behind her, breaking the almost tranquil silence of the docks.

She turned to the person who was approaching and while it took her a moment to work out who, but when she did, she backed up a step, her back bumping into one of the metal railings behind her with an unfortunate sound.

She needed to get out of there immediately. Alessio was walking right towards her, and there was absolutely no way that he'd missed her given how open the docks were.

So, fight or flight?

Flight? That would have been the option she would taken. But no, he was in front of her, and blocking the best way out. She'd have to go right past him. The ocean? She could swim, but if he decided to shoot her while she was trying to work out where she was, she was dead too. Fighting was stupid. He'd killed how many people now? He didn't look dangerous, but certainly four people couldn't be an accident.

But if she chose neither, then what? Wait and see? Try to talk her way out? That was how they got you, wasn't it, because you had no idea how you were supposed to react to them and ended up doing something stupid, which accounted for ninety percent of the things you could do when within thirty feet of a murderer.

But maybe she could play it tough. Maybe he'd buy it and go away. Maybe the fact that the terrorist had declared her a killer could work to her advantage.

"Don't come any nearer. I have a gun."

We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates
((Amanda Tan continued from The World Without Us))

It was deadly silent apart from the almost rythmic sound of her sneakers on wood.

Emma and Jaime couldn't have still been in the pub, since it was a danger zone yesterday, so she'd looked about a few places nearby, but there was no sign of them.

She had hoped they'd be here.

Sure it wasn't exactly close to the pub, but she'd decided it was worth a shot anyway, though it was starting to look like she guessed wrong.

Not that she was completely alone here.

Michael was here, his ridiculous hair ensuring that there was no way it could be anybody else. Not to be rude to the dead or anything.

But she was less worried about finding him than she thought she'd be. She was getting less sensitive about dead people. Weird how easily people adapt. Three days ago she was freaking out at Tessa, yesterday she killed someone and today, she's just carrying them out of caves and walking past them as if it was one hundred percent normal.

Maybe it was just how much she had on her mind. She was trying now, or at least trying harder than she was those first few days on the island. But then why did it feel like all she had done was aimless wandering since the morning.

She'd already played out the conversation a hundred times in her mind. How she would apologise, exactly how she was going to tell them that she fucked up. The thoughts ended there, though, because she didn't know what she wanted to do next. Or if they'd even accept her apology in the first place. But above all else she needed to find them to do it.

So she shouldn't have stopped here. She should carry on.

But she stopped anyway, pausing on the edge of one of those weird concrete things that she suddenly couldn't remember the name of. She wasn't even sure why she was doing this anymore. Obligation? Because it was the right thing to do?

Or was it just because she wanted to clean up her messes. To take back her bad decisions where she could. As if she could somehow defy casuality and make sure that everything was no longer her fault because she'd owned up and apologised for it.

But wasn't it too late for that? She'd made mistakes she couldn't take back.

And somewhere she was almost certain that she would shoot someone again. She'd taken their gun after all. She'd dragged her own gun around everywhere despte how much of a stupid idea it had been. Did she-

No. Thoughts were stopping there. Go straight to jail. Do not pass go.

She swept her hair back out her eyes. Maybe she was better off moving off again.

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Where Will You Stand When the Flood Comes?

There was nothing more to say after his outburst, or more accurately so much to say that he couldn't bring himself to start.

He said he'd wanted to die hadn't he? Or was he completely misunderstanding his statement. Sure, it was absolutely clear what he was saying, but maybe that wasn't what he meant? What was he supposed to say then.

After all, Nate wasn't the kind of person that would do that was he? Not as far as he knew him, at least. Anxious maybe, but not suicidal.

He wasn't going to let him do it though. Not on his watch. He had to do something. Something. Anything.

But yet a part of him wanted to pull back a little. As if afraid that if he talked too much he might say something stupid, make things worse.

But something needed to be said, even if he didn't know what. Whatever he said wasn't going to be 100% awesome and great no matter how much more he thought so he might as well just say it.

"You don't really mean that, do you? No that's not-"

A pause while he tried to get his thoughts in order.


The World Without Us
((Amanda Tan continued from Say You're One of Them))

Michelle had once told her that she had a knack for getting rewarded for her mistakes. Silly mistakes that cancelled out in math, that the teachers somehow missed. The one time she got the wrong scratch off card but won ten bucks off of it. Amanda had found herself vehemently disagreeing for no good reason at the time, but somehow it became a thing, a list of little funny things that happened to them, that they laughed at sometimes, that they promptly forgot until there was something else to throw onto the list.

Obviously, this one was completely different from all of that. Not like, falling into the path of a defender's attempt at clearing to pass the ball to someone else, where the only person who got hurt by her fuck-ups was her.

Two people were dead.

No. Way more than that. Halfway, said the man on the announcements. Was that fifty people? A hundred? How many people had squeezed onto those buses? She'd long lost count of who had died. Junko, Christo, Astrid, Arthur, Mia, and that was only the beginning of the list.

And now Lucilly was dead.

Lucilly was dead and with her death went her chances of fixing everything.

Why did she have to die?

She’d let her run off and the next thing she knew she was dead. This was exactly what she was trying so hard to avoid, but somehow, it’d just made everything worse than it had any right to be. She couldn’t even hope that she’d died a painless death. Isabel had been the killer, her array of messed up deeds already repeated to the point where they did nothing but make her angrier. As if killing a single person wasn’t something painful enough that it felt like somehow she was tearing apart from the inside out but Isabel just kept killing and killing and killing.

And Isabel was dead too. Torn apart by a mob after her blood. Revenge taken for their dead friends. But not for her. No chance to come off with an ill-advised revenge plan. No chance to channel her anger to somewhere where it might matter. All her plans were closing off one by one with the announcements, as if that voice was out to get her. As if the announcement was meant for her discomfort and her discomfort alone. Kaitlyn had also managed to get herself killed, leaving her with absolutely nothing left to do.

How was she supposed to find Jaime and Emma on an island of this size? Half the people she was searching for had managed to die in one day already. Could she even find them before they died? Did she still want to?

And yet somehow there was more. The reward for her mistake. It came last, sneaking up on her by surprise, worse than when she winced at her own name being read out for everyone to know that she had killed. She'd won. Somehow, she'd won the same Best Kill Award that she'd gotten mad at Kaityln for. It made no sense. What was ‘best’ about it? Why did the terrorist want to give her an award for it? It was an accident, she'd just wanted to help Will and now they were going to throw her guns and food for being stupid.

She wasn’t going to go. She wasn’t. They were trying to get her to snap. Reward her for killing people and maybe she might do it again. But she’d show them. She was better than that. She had her mistakes and she’d learn from them. She wasn’t going to stoop down to their level.

That was what she'd said to herself, but somehow, she’d found herself at the cove anyway. It was on the way towards the bridge, and she couldn’t help but pass it by on her way back to the pub. The rickety wooden jetty that looked seconds away from falling apart, the small cavern set into the cliffside, both things she couldn’t help but notice when walking that way.

There was trepidation as she walked into the danger zone. There were no clear boundaries, and maybe, just maybe the message hadn’t been meant for her after all. Maybe there was another Amanda in school, or maybe she’d misheard the name entirely, and it was her own big ego thinking about how harrowing it was to kill a person and her subconscious telling her that she deserved to win the award for it.

She could still turn back. She had said she wasn’t going to get it, right? The first sign of a beep and she’d turn back and she’d never do anything like it again. But her collar remained silent and she continued making her way into the cavern.

Everything was damp. How long it would be before high tide came in once more? There were the cameras here too, like everywhere else, but these must have been waterproof, you could see lines on the wall showing how high the water went. Too high for her comfort in any case. If the water started coming in, she’d have to make a break for it.

She did her best to avoid looking at the cameras. It was bad for her thoughts. How many other people had already said their last wishes, their last regrets to the cameras for their family, for their friends to hear. But she wasn’t going to. She didn’t know why. She had somehow thought about home far less than she had expected. Was it because she was still hanging on to the hope that she wouldn’t need to, that she would get the opportunity to go back to Kingman and go back home and never think about the things that she had seen and done here?

What was she supposed to say anyway? “Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. Your daughter managed to abandon her friends and became a fucking murderer. Love you.” She couldn’t do it if her life depended on it. So she hadn’t and she wouldn’t.

It wasn’t as if she’d thought about it much before this, after all. Her parents had talked about it a little, in hushed whispers when they were sure she wouldn’t hear, but they had all decided it’d be safe. For one thing, why would they target a little town out in the middle of the desert? And second they only took senior trips, so they just had to avoid those. And suddenly they were safe from terrorists, so long as they followed the rules because terrorists were like the fae and if you kept within the rules, they couldn’t touch you.

Oh god, wait, Toby was here. Her corpse was soaked through and the brown stains on her clothes made it clear that she hadn’t drowned. She’d forgotten who’d killed her already. That was bad. She should have remembered, even if it was just to work out who might be dangerous. Even if half of the killers might have been as scared as she had, there had to be some Isabels and Nancies out there.

Should she move Toby somewhere else? If she was left here she might get washed out to sea, never to be found again. Even if the authorities didn’t find them until they were all dead, maybe they might have something to bury.

Yeah, that sounded nice-ish. She’d do it, after she got her stuff though. The terrorists had put it all right next to Toby, the closest thing to a sense of humour that they had was making her feel grossly uncomfortable.

They couldn’t have been here that long ago, the things were still dry. Another gun, another manual, Sporting Purpose Automatic Shotgun it said, the main title in some horrid font that reminded her of Comic Sans. Half was it was written in French or some other language she didn’t recognise and the bits in English really didn’t help all that much in understanding it.

More important than the gun though was the food. Pot pie and a can of Red Bull larger than what she was familiar with. She bit into the pie almost the moment she picked it up, dry as it was, it was food, even if she ended up almost choking on pastry when it refused to go down properly. But she stopped suddenly after two bite. She was running out of those bars they had given her. She wanted to finish the pie, but she could try to make it last a little while longer. More than five minutes at least.

The Red Bull was stuffed into the bag as well, she wasn’t about to chance a sugar crash with the constant risk of death about her.

She was right. The terrorists were tempting people to kill with these prizes. She could almost see herself doing it, fighting for another one of these prizes. Almost.

They’d been on the island for seven days now. A terrible, harrowing, ridiculous week. But even if she was going to wait for a miracle rescue, or hope that someone managed to find an escape route, she still had to survive whatever was going on out there.

People were still out there killing. Starving. Dehydrating. But for this brief time, she didn’t need to care about that.

She was safe here, protected by the danger zones, with even food and water provided.

For that single moment there were no worries.

It was almost as if she was the only person in the world.

A feeling of liberation like she hadn’t quite felt before.

But the moment passed.

There were things she needed do.

She started dragging Toby out of the cave.

((Amanda Tan continued We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Classmates))

Where Will You Stand When the Flood Comes?
When he had said (thought actually, but that was beside the point) that he didnt know what to do when a girl was crying the other day, it did not in any way mean that he knew how to deal with a guy crying either.

"Hey, um, are you- No, of course not." He didn't want to interrupt Nate. He could wait, Nate would feel better, and then they could answer questions. That sounded great.

"Alright, just let it out."

Was he helping? It sounded like he wasn't making a difference at all.

"Oh my gosh, Hazel, help me out here."

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Of course.

It made sense that she wouldn't get to help him either.

"Alright then. Suit yourself." She wasn't angry anymore, though. If he hadn't turned up she'd be dead. Even if he was so ridiculously grating for her.

Just dissappointed and tired. The adraneline was long gone, and all that was left was something numb and the constant feeling of something sickening crawling in her stomach.

She'd let Jon rifle through Will's bag, as if this was somehow different from Kaitlyn. She almost said something when he took the gun though. Will had wanted her to take that. She wouldn't have, and yet it was wrong to let Jon take it too.

The machete was taken too, and it was clear what he was planning to do. No one decided to become a walking armory for self-defense.

"Wait, are you seriously-" her question hung stopped midway as he stormed off, without even a second glance back. Bet he didn't even hear what she'd said.

Great. Great. Great. Great. Great.

She needed to pull herself together.

Take the gun. Find her friends. Live.

She needed to do things step by step.

The gun that she'd held onto for so many days now was lying on the floor, looking no different after it had killed a man. Then again, she probably didn't either, did she.

How many times had she half-decided to leave it behind already? She didn't bother this time, simply picking it up. Somehow she still couldn't leave it behind, despite everything that had happened.

The danger zones. Emma and Jaime weren't in the pub anymore. But odds were they wouldn't be far, right?

She'd find them. She would. There was no way she wouldn't.

((Amanda Tan continued in The World Without Us))