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Topic Started: Aug 8 2010, 02:05 PM (9,357 Views)
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((Simon Fletcher continued from A Pit Stop of Sorts))

So, basically, they haven't found anything. Simon had picked up another stick, a few rocks, and a pencil that had beat ground into the dirt ages ago, but he didn't think those counted. He only brought them for the very, very slim chance that they would end up in some kind of situation where they needed everything they could find to MacGyver their way out. But he had always been a pit of a packrat; maybe this was just a chance for Simon to use that fact to stay as sane as he could.

Zach was complaining about the lack of, well, anything. Simon sighed along with him. It had been a really long day, and would a blanket be too much to ask for? Not even a bed-a blanket. Simon had woken up in a place that had beds, though you couldn't pay him to go back. "That Danya guy really has got to get something better to do. This place must have taken forever for the terrorists to fix up to their liking."

Their little team was still plugging along, though. Ash was still staying quiet, but Simon had no reason to think that she was untrustworthy. He was not going to become paranoid. If he did that, it would be only a few small steps until he was panicking and trying to attack someone. Sam was humming The Hunchback of Norte Dame. Well, not really, but it was the only song Simon knew from that movie. The priest/judge/whatever's song by the fireplace, the one that had freaked him out a little when he was six, especially with the Latin in the background. Simon was debating whatever to start going with Be Prepared or something to lighten the mood when Zach stopped.

There were two people nearby, Dustin from his English and a girl named Cassidy. Dustin was had just finished vomiting. More puke? Actually, it was amazing Simon had kept everything inside of him. This was the kind of situation where you really couldn't be judged for throwing up. You know, with the whole killing your classmates thing? But Simon didn't know if that was what was getting to Dustin; he didn't know that guy that well. Only that he was great at English and liked women. He knew even less about Cassidy. She liked books and comics, like him, but they never really talked.

They were not the thing that Simon focused on. Zach was staring at a patch in the ground and Sam asked "Did someone . . . oh no, did someone die already?"

"Looks like it." Simon's voice was almost inaudible. He remembered the feeling of being attacked by Sarah, the sound of the gunshot where they came from...The game certainly had it's players. He opened his bag, pulled out one of the rolls and broke it in half. In Chinese class, that long ago, Simon could faintly recall hearing about how paper objects and food were left for the spirits of the dead. Here you go, whoever you are. I'm sorry this had to happen to you. To us. Simon placed the piece of the roll in the dirt.

Dustin was hitting on Ash, completely ignoring Zach's question. Of course. Simon turned to Cassidy.

"Who was it?" Simon was still looking at the grave; he assumed she'd catch his meaning. Please don't say Gloria, or Trevor, or Alex, or even R.J. or Adrian or Sarah. He didn't want to remember seeing a person's face a few hours before that would never come back, and Simon didn't know what he would say if it was one of his friends.
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Ash had shot down Dustin, which made Zach start to crack up. That was odd. Simon had never heard the man laugh before, and he found himself slightly grinning. This is okay. This is alright. We might not be a lot, but we're a group. Maybe there's some way something will come to save us, take us off this damn island?

Simon Fletcher almost immediately banished the idea. Nobody had saved them yet, and all the previous versions of this game game had gone on without complaint. As if to confirm him, the announcements came on. A list of 19 students, Simon's friends and classmates, was read out loud. They had all died in the last day.

Reika? Was that the tutor, the intelligent girl who could have done anything she wanted with her life (or was that her sister. Simon wasn't sure)? Chris? He was an extreme Bible-lover, but he had almost seemed happy and...well...nice. Everett, Paige, Tony, Amber? Simon could put a face with every single one of those name. But even with all the deaths, there was a part of him that was almost relieved. None of those names were Adrian, the guy I left with Sarah. Not R.J., who I let run off. Not Trevor or Alex or Glory, who I haven't even seen yet.

The names that really amazed him were the killers. Another Alex, who he barely knew. Omar, who liked a lot of the same books as Simon did. Clio, who he never thought would actually murder somebody. And, worst of all, Kris. He remembered how panicked she looked, how she told them to get away, and Simon wondered if he should hate her or not.

The announcements ended, and Simon felt a little light headed. It had been, by anybody's scale, a ridiculously stressful day. He was honestly surprised he hadn't killed himself, but maybe he was too much of a coward for that. He looked once again at the final resting place of Warren Brown.

"I think it's fine." The make-shirt grave wasn't much, but it was something. "It proves somebody cared, at least." Simon started at the dirt. Omar Burton really did this?

"Uh...h-hi guys. I'm back." Another voice said.

Simon jumped,and snapped his head around. The new girl was someone he knew was called Maria. His head went through a stream of questions. Wait, isn't she supposed to be dead. No, no, that's the other Maria. This one wasn't mentioned at all. So maybe that meant she was safe. So far, all she had done was fall asleep, which wasn't exactly threatening.

"Um, should we move her to someplace, er, better for sleeping?" Simon asked the group in general. It felt good not to be on his own anymore. Hopefully, nobody in this team would try to rob or kill him.

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“The rec room sounds good enough. We’ll need a place to rest.” Simon looked around. There weren't enemies around, but it was a good idea to be careful. They were a large group, after all.

They had been on this island for longer than a full day, Simon knew that. He was currently feeling alert enough, with all the action that had taken place, the announcements foremost among them. However, they were going to need to sleep at some point. How long could humans go without it? Simon though he had read that it was somewhere between four and six days, but he wasn’t sure. Maybe that was how long you could go without food. Or water.

No, that was wrong. If humans went even one day without water, they were in trouble. Simon tried to think. How long had it been since he touched his water bottle? He had drunk some while he was walking toward the town center, but other than that…He pulled his bottle out and took a gulp.

“Guys? Has everyone had some food and water?” Simon didn’t generally like to speak up, and his voice was rather shaky.

He might have said more, but another boy walked in on the group, this one with his hands up. He was probably following Maria, but Simon wasn’t sure about that. All he knew what that the guy was Christopher, who did tech crew for the school’s plays. Simon was a stage crew guy, and he doubted the two of them had a conversation. Still, Christopher’s name hadn’t been mentioned in the announcements, which meant that he wasn’t running around killing people. Yet.

Simon let Zach handle the new person. God knows, when he had run into the guy in black, the other boy had only been traveling with Sam. Now, the group consisted of them, Ash, Dustin, Cassie, himself, and…maybe Maria? Who knew? It wasn’t like throwing another guy into the mix was really going to affect them that much.

He looked over to where Dustin was helping Cassie with the new girl. They might not be much, but they were a team, right? They could do this. Simon didn't know if he believed that, but it wasn't like he had any other options, really.
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