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It would have been very easy Bryony’s tiny smile to have faltered there and then, as it kept on seeming to do whenever there was the faintest trace of hope presented to her.

Sandra had sounded like she’d come up with the perfect plan at first, the only way to keep themselves protected, able to defend themselves and find the people they cared about. But a few questions had shown that all it was, right now, was the skeleton of a plan. They had a goal. That was it. There was Point A and Point B and no line in between them. Alice had no idea what to do, and neither did Bryony.

No-one capable of rational thought would just give up a gun or a knife or a club willingly. Anyone with a weapon would either want to keep it close to them to protect themselves, or they were the sort of people that Bryony wanted to avoid at all costs, and anyone who’d had a weapon who had now… died had probably had their bodies looted already.

Maybe they could get ‘lucky’, in the twisted definition of that word that the island was forcing them to use, and find someone who’d taken matters into their own hands, leaving whatever weapon had done the deed behind. But the thought churned Bryony’s stomach, even before she began to consider just how unlikely that scenario would be.

But despite all of that, Bryony did her very best to keep her smile on her face, and somehow, it stuck.

“No… No, no, we can’t do nothing…”

She tilted her head to one side, and dropped one hand to the ground, finger etching another smiley face into the muck on the floor. Her other hand went to the back of her head, and she ran her fingers through her hair. God, it felt gross. She’d redone her pigtails at least after waking up earlier, but it was still all greasy and dirty. She sniffled again. The smile remained.

“But… but Alice is right. We’ll… we’ll work it out. We’ll, um, find a way. I found you two, after all. And, um, you two found each other before that! I thought, um… I didn’t think I’d find anyone I cared about when I first woke up, but… but if we can all manage this… then we can, um, find ourselves a weapon… and we can find Alba and Gary and everyone else we need to find!”

She blinked.

“We’ll find a way…”

Bryony felt her lip wobble, and a second later, she burst into tears.
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