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If you’d told Jasper before the trip that he’d soon find himself on an abandoned dock, bawling his eyes out in front of the whole world, he would’ve thought you were lying.

And yet, that’s exactly what he was doing.

B007, Jasper Bustamante: START

He had woken up sprawled on the ground, staring up at a grey sky. He sat up and found himself looking across a small bay, with a bridge off in the distance. He could see buildings on either side of the bridge, and an endless expanse of blue beyond it. If not for the grey sky and the building’s apparent poor condition, this scene would’ve been somewhat picturesque. It had taken Jasper a moment to remember the presentation he’d sat through: the death of Mr. Graham, the bone-chilling video, and the announcement that he was now on Survival of the Fittest. His eyes welled up at the thought.

Jasper hadn’t paid much attention during the presentation, preferring to look down at his lap instead of the carnage in front of him, but he knew what was happening all too well: he and his classmates were stranded on a deserted island, and nobody was going to leave until everyone else was dead.

He buried his head in his arms, squeezing his eyes shut and heaving. His mind was flooded with thoughts of his family back home, distraught over his disappearance. He thought about his friends, of Oskar and Abby and Caedyn, all in the same predicament he was. If he wanted to go home, they’d all have to die. If one of them went home, he’d have to die.

It was all too much. Jasper couldn’t think straight. All he could do was curl up and sob, trying his best to shut out the world around him. He couldn’t handle it just yet.

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