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(Andrea Raymer continued from Monsters)

"So yeah, I know I look the part of the punk chick or the metal chick or the emo chick or whatever you want to call me, and sure, I would've sold myself on the street to get tickets for Bullet For My Valentine and Avenged Sevenfold earlier this year... uh, not that I did. But yeah, it was my dad that got me into a lot of the 70's and 80's stuff. Gave me my eclectic and cultured taste and all."

Oh, I will provide for you
And I'll stay by your side
You'll need a good companion
For this part of the ride
Leave behind the sorrows
Let this day be the last
Well, tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past

"You know what, looking back, I liked about Bruce Springsteen? He's such a... such an act. He'd write all these hits that were supposed to be 'hey there common man, throw off those shackles of oppression and your meaningless blue-collar existence and embrace life! Yeah, Born to Run in the USA and shit!' And he played up that image of being all positive but then if you actually look, what you see is that image, it's a load of crap. Most of his songs the guy goes off trying to make something of himself and he dies, or gets worse off, or he doesn't even go in the first place because the world just crushes every dreamer under its boot."

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead


Andrea was rambling full-steam again. She was just trying to pass the time. Trying to kill the tension as they made their way to the beach and whatever the hell might be lurking there.

They'd heard the first announcement while still near the grocery store. It was tinny, barely audible, and nobody was quite sure what it meant. But it gave them a destination, and one that didn't involve them trekking either around or over the mountain to get to. Andrea kept her cynicism to herself, quietly holding no real hope of a legitimate fucking rescue, but then, as they got closer, the announcement repeated, clearer this time.

And now, as they stood by a grove of trees separating the beach from the open forest, well there it was. An actual boat.

She stood there, blinking with the eye she could blink with, honestly more stunned than anything, and the rest of the group sort of did the same for a few seconds. Then it broke; Ray was the first to rush the boat, and Andrea knew the rest would follow. She turned to Allen and wondered briefly what he could be thinking. Did he expect her to have some kind of witty remark?

"Go ahead," she said. "Go on, uh, help get Isabel on that boat. I just gotta... take this all in for a second."

No. No remark just yet. And as the others ran down to the crowded scene by the water, Andrea hung back, by the treeline, surveying the whole area.

So. Yet again, there it fucking was. Just what she'd wanted.

Her hands clenched and unclenched, fingers restless, and she grabbed at the pack slung over her shoulder. She pulled the zipper and looked down at the bulky life raft hastily crammed in there.

Andrea tapped her tongue against her teeth, deliberating, breathing deep and trying to keep that good Ritalin high going and not fuck herself over now. Finally she yanked the heavy bundle out of her bag and tossed it on the ground. She kicked at it once. Spat down. Looked back up and swallowed and felt coldness in her stomach and asked herself why she'd done that.

Of course, it was obvious. She'd figured out the answer right away, clever girl that she was. Just what she'd wanted. Yeah, sure. It was petulance, it was spite, it was that others had taken what by rights should have been hers. It was a child's voice, that stupid 11-year-old Andrea Raymer balling its fists inside her and throwing a tantrum.

It wasn't fair. Andrea looked down at herself, at her shaking hands and the ugly bruise on her arm, at her muggy cargo pants and sneakers.

It wasn't fucking fair, and she compared her deflated excuse for a boat with theirs full of students one last time and took a step forward anyway.

Go on Andrea Raymer, G077, female Adam Dodd, girl who owned the game, get on the fucking boat.

Live with it.

She could do that.

I know you like to push. But you have to learn how to give, too.

Well how bout that, Dad?

Took her long enough, but Andrea'd always been a stubborn girl.

Another step forward.

Then a pair of fucking bolas, of all things, struck her from behind and knocked her down.

Alex White had shown up to crash the party one last time.
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