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Forget About What I Said
Hmm.. perhaps he was overreacting. Surely, not everyone on this island would leap at the chance to murder him?

No. Definitely not. Feeling totally justified in slamming the door shut in the closet dweller's face, Matt slowly began to back away from it, watching things unfold. The closet door could be described using several words, one of them not being the word thick, so he could hear the stranger call out that he was friendly. Feeling somewhat relieved, Matt moved to open the closet door.. Nate, however, had beat him too it.

They knew each other, somehow. Nate and the closet dweller. He didn't bother to think about how lucky they were - he didn't believe in luck.

"Ho-ly shit.. you guys know each other?"

Forget About What I Said
((Matthew Moradi continued from Dear God))

Matt was still uncomfortable with the idea that he was being watched. Of course, it had only been a few minutes - not even close to having enough time to come to terms with this kind of thing - but he'd been mulling it over quite a bit during the walk to the asylum.. he was hoping his parents weren't watching. That was his one wish, if he was going to die here: that he could die somewhere his family wouldn't see him. And, if Lady Luck were feeling particularly kind - don't laugh - that he could die quick and painlessly.

Until today, he'd never really thought about his mortality. Today was a shit day to start, he thought.

Common sense winning out in the end, the two came into the asylum - the closest thing to a good hiding spot on this rock - and they began to wander around. It was a good place to think, he supposed. Better than the chapel, anyways. He was too busy looking around for cameras to give much thought to whatever had gone on here so many years ago.

Nate pointed out a storage closet.. of course, a storage closet! Maybe there'd be something useful in there!

"Oh, man.. good thinking." Matt moved to open the door. He was hoping there'd be something useful inside, thought he wasn't entirely sure what. His hopes were high.. he almost felt a touch of excitement.

Matt opened the door. A person was inside. "Oh." was all he could think of saying.

Matt closed the door, fast, and looked at Nate. Panicking came secondary to fear, of course.

"There's someone in here, dude." If Matt's face were the cover to a book, the cover would have no title - instead, it would be a picture of someone who seemed just one step removed from shitting themselves.

Dear God
Maybe he'd learn to deal with this. He always learned to deal with things. Bad situations. All he had to do was keep his head down, stay out of the wrong areas - just like middle school - and he'd be as good as gold.

At least, that's what he was telling himself. Deep down, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that it wasn't going to be even remotely that simple. Christ knew what kind of people he'd run into.. far as he knew, running into Nate was a lucky break. Maybe the others wouldn't be so kind. Nonthreatening. That's what he was afraid of - meeting someone who was ready to kill.

He wasn't going to pray. He was too rational for that. Too smart, he liked to tell himself. The best he could do right now was hope. Hope that if he did find someone who wasn't afraid of killing, that they wouldn't have a gun, or something like that.

Walk. Fresh air.

Matt wasn't sure if Nate was crazy, stupid or just incredibly optimistic. Maybe all three. Still, the chapel was small. Not exactly a good place to hide.

"Hm. Yeah, I guess. Uh, I'm not exactly keen on the idea of going hiking or anything like that, so maybe we could just walk to the asylum, or something."

Matt had his fingers crossed that he'd live long enough to make it there.