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“Knew it.”

Caedyn Miller, killer of Bridgette Sommerfeld. He honestly didn’t know what to expect, there. Caedyn was sort of a terrible person, who knew? Well, at least that meant her inclusion on the list was justified now. She was someone he definitely had to find now. Talk to now. Get over… what had happened with. It wasn’t going to be great, and it wasn’t going to be fun, but it was going to be for the best. Closure. Final goodbye. Yeah. That’d be good. Maybe he could stop her, as well. Calm her down, like he did Alex. He was good at that, he imagined. Maybe in a better or maybe even perfect world he could do that. That’d be good. That’d be nice.

That’d be ideal.

And then he heard the next name, and everything came crashing down.

Jennifer Wallace.

Killed by Nancy Kyle.


The syllable choked itself out. Jennifer. Jenny. His friend. His critic. She was here wait no no no fuck she wasn’t not anymore she was dead she was dead he wasn’t going to see her anymore. She was dead. She was gone. And he hadn’t even fucking thought about her for the entire time he was here. She was Jennifer. Jenny. She was his critic and she was his friend, but apparently that wasn’t fucking good enough for him because the moment things went down the moment he woke up on the island whooooop she went straight out of the window of his mind. That was the worst part.

And Nancy being the one who killed her was the icing on top of the cake. Nancy. That girl he met on top of the bell tower. That girl he didn’t really know. Liked anime, had blue hair. Had sent an axe straight through Clarice while he had watched.

He’d had the gun at that time.

He could have done something.

He could have stopped her.

And then the names kept coming. Darius. The joke. The person he watched from afar. Someone he’d never see again. Killed by William McKinley. The guy Alex said attacked him. The guy with the asshole girlfriend who’d died the first day. The guy who wanted to kill Alex more than anyone else here.

And he had left Alex alone. He had abandoned him. He was alone and with only a sword against a gun and he’d die because Jeremy left him behind and-

Irene. Killed. Dead. The girl who smiled at him. The weird girl who he always argued with. The other person that Jeremy had seen upon waking up here. She was gone. That moment when she’d ran away down the cove out of sight was the last time he’d ever see her. He was alone. He was the only one there lef-


The goth girl in the library. The new friend he had made. They’d talked a bit and they were friendly and she had been rising up his friends list and now she was dead gone just like everyone else.

And he hadn’t thought about her at all.

He hadn’t thought about any of them.

He dropped to his knees.

His fingers wrapped around his head. His ears. Piercing. Blocking. Scratching.

He didn’t want to hear it anymore.

He didn’t want to think.
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