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Topic Started: Aug 28 2010, 04:24 AM (3,030 Views)
Vanikoro
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It all happened so fast: the running, the hugging, the yelling, the screaming, the shooting.

When the gun went off, everything went silent to Adrian. There was no sound as Paige hit the ground, or as Jacob fell with her. No sounds were made as Rob stood there, smoking gun in hand, or as others around him began to stir. Adrian had stayed near the doorway outside of the house when the commotion started, but he still had a from row seat to everything that had happened. Now, he just stood in silence; eyes fixed on the scene.

Then, his mind began to run again. "She's dead. This girl I only saw a while ago is dead!" The words repeated in his mind hundreds of times with varying speeds and vocal inflictions, all at once. Adrian's breathing began to become unstable as he continued to stare. Then, something broke through.

"He... he's...STILL HERE!"

Sarah's scream snapped Adrian's mind back to the present. He reached back to his day pack and pulled out the pistol he had put away back at the infirmary. Holding the gun close to his body, the moved out of the line of sight from the doorway and pressed his body against the outer wall next to it.

"YOU THERE, OUTSIDE! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN, OR THAT GIRL DIES AS WELL, UNDERSTOOD?"

Adrian didn't know what to do at this point. He was trapped where he was. If he went inside, Sarah was pretty much guaranteed to die, as Rob's previous actions had proved. For the first time, Adrian was legitimately scared. Trying to stay focused, he kept where he was, unable to see what was going on inside. He seriously hoped Ben had a plan.
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Everything was going too fast. An argument. A thrown insult. A pull of the strained nerves. An explosion. A couple on the floor.

“-HE’S STILL HERE!”

And then the scream snapped his mind back to reality, his eardrums still ringing. Or… was he still in the nightmare?

Giving a shake of his head, he glanced out the door. Sarah filming the horror. Adrian staring at him for a plan. Inside the room now. Jacob on the floor, wounded. Paige even worse so, not moving. And Robert, the shooter, the killer.

You have to fix their wounds, Ben.

Numbly, he unbuckled his bag, pulling out the first aid kit. Swallowing, he bent down. Paige is the most injured. Check her breathing. None. Check her pulse. None.

You have to let her go, Ben.

Quickly, Benjamin closed Paige’s eyelids. She was now sleeping forever. Sliding over to Jacob, he checked for life. His breath was staggered, from shock or the pain.

You have to wrap it up, Ben.

“I’m going to wrap up your leg, Jacob.”

Taking out the scissors, he cut Jacob’s jeans leg above the wound, pulling it down. Taking out a gauze pad and roll of tape, he placed it over the hole. Taking out the wrap, he rolled it around the pad to apply pressure and pinned it on. Taking out the painkillers, he put one down Jacob’s throat, closing his eyes.

You have to survive, Ben.
You have to lead them, Ben.
You have to help, Ben.
You have to talk, Ben.
You have to save them, Be-


“You get out.”

He opened his eyes and stood up. His body was shaking, his hat around his throat. Turning around, he pointed at the door. He didn’t care that Robert was throwing around a gun still loaded. He just wanted him out of his life forever for his deed.

You didn’t save her. Your friends lover. She’s dead.
“GET OUT!”
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Everything had happened so damn fast. Dan barely had a minute to think about what was happening before a gunshot rang out. DK dropped down on the porch of the house and rolled himself out of the view.

"Holy shit..." He managed to mutter between his deep breaths.

More yelling from inside the house.

"YOU THERE, OUTSIDE! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN, OR THAT GIRL DIES AS WELL, UNDERSTOOD?"

There is someone else inside?

DK looked at Adrian who seemed just as scared and confused as himself.

"GET OUT!

Ben's voice came out with such a hatred and power that it could only mean one thing. Somebody inside that house was dead. Suddenly the sound of slow clapping rang out from all over the place.

"What the hell?" Dan said to Adrian.

His inquiry was answered almost immediately by the voice that DK knew he would have to get used to soon. Danya's booming voice began commending his classmates and listing off the dead.

"Fourteenth was a true tragedy as our resident Nazi, Rob Jenkins, broke up a happy lovers' reunion by shooting Paige Strand... which I guess is what her boyfriend is now!"

Son of a bitch...

DK didn't like Paige, but damn it, this had happened right in front of him while he stood on a porch doing absolutely nothing. DK listened to the dangerzones, making a mental note of what they were before he turned to Adrian snapping his fingers to get his attention.

"What the hell are we supposed to do?" DK said, hopefully quietly enough that Rob wouldn't hear him.
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There was so much blood. The little metal slug now imbedded in his leg, torn right through his jeans, was like a little switch for his body that would simply turn on the bodyworks. Blood, so much of it, and...

...and what happened to Paige?

All Jacob could think about was the gunshot. He had been shot, that's all he was thinking about, the fact that he was now in danger. Danger of dying. He tried to apply his hands to the wound, but it wasn't working! Blood was still seeping through his fingers, steadily and as painfully as when it first started.

And then, the mist that shrouded the world seemed to clear.

He could feel a hand, trying to grasp for him, a small delicate hand touching around his waist. Not thinking, he lashed out, grabbed onto it. He had no idea who it could be, but they were stopping him from trying to stop the bleeding.

More mist cleared from the centre of his mind.

There was...someone...else...
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..........................................................PAIGE!

Fuck, Paige! She'd been shot too! What was going on? Rob was there, she was in front of him, Jacob tried to get her away, and then...

...no. No, no, no, no no no no no no no no no no no FUCK! PAIGE! PAIGE!

His eyes, darted with fear, dashed around the room. He found where the little hand grabbed out to him, and there she was. Her colorful orange track shirt now resembled Tie Dye, a red spiral reaching out from her stomach. Her head, unable to move, was muttering words that Jacob could barely hear. He couldn't hear them, in fact, and now, he felt something smooth and rough at the same time fall into his hand.

Unclasping it from the hand, he saw it.

Paige's ring.

The one she promised to keep with her until the end.

And then she stopped moving. Her hand fell limp into his.

Paige was gone.

And then...Jacob Charles' whole world exploded.

They did it. Someone actually did the unthinkable, and killed someone. His special someone now lay at his feet, not breathing, not bleeding, not thinking, not anything.

Paige was gone.

Someone came into view...it was...Ben, wasn't it? He tried to help Paige, and then realized it as well. Her cold eyes suddenly became eyelids, as he closed them.

Everything that followed seemed to blur into a single action. He didn't know what was happening anywhere. All that Jacob knew was that his faith in his classmates was gone. He didn't care whether they were his mortal enemies, his casual aquaintances, or his closest friend. Someone killed Paige right in front of him, and...

...that meant that they were just as capable.

...get away from me get away from me get away from me get away get away GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

They were all his enemies, weren't they? Sooner or later they would turn on him, sooner or later they would kill him, sooner or later they'd want to get off the island.

He had to get away.

He had to get away from them all.

He vaguely heard someone yelling. Ben was yelling at Rob. Jacob could register the small pill slipped down his throat, and then, Jacob saw the door in that direction. Just to Rob's left, and everyone else's right, there was a door. An open door.

Could he escape from heRUN RUN RUN RUN GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY!re?

With his hands in place, he gripped on the floor. The pain in his leg, it should have been excrutiating. It wasn't, it hurt like hell, but it hadn't damaged any nerves. He could move it, he could...escape!

There were 4 people in the room. There was him, there was Ben, there was Sarah, and there was Rob also waving a gukiller killer killer killer killer killern around the room, shouting orders. He couldn't trust any one of them. Ben was angry, Sarah was insane, and Rob was waving a gukiller killer killer killer killer killern around.

He had one chance.

The moment his mortal enemy was distracted with Sarah, when Ben was no longer over him, he found small groves inside the wooden floor below him. His fingers dug inside of them, he had his chance looming over him, and...

Jacob Charles lept off the floor and towards the kitchen door, open to all. He was fast, moving faster than someone should have been moving after being shot. No sooner than anyone could act, he reached the door after a few steps. The pain in his leg was mind-blowing, and the moment it reached the door, it collapsed beneath him, tumbling him out the door onto the dirt ground outside. Taking this in his stride, he continued his roll, until he was facing the right way again to leap up. He did so, and got his footing.

Ignoring the pain, however hard it was, he started to run.

And soon, he was gone. The house was behind him, long gone and Jacob Charles finally reached the wilderness again. He couldn't stay there, he couldn't have anyone following him. He didn't know where to go, Ben usually read the map, and now he couldn't rely on him, now that he'd been shown what people were capable of on this island.

All he knew that he wanted to do was head north.

He was hurt. The running escapade he took at that moment wasn't helping his leg at all, and...he would die. He didn't know how to stop bleeding or anything, and he would die.

But it would be on his terms.

He would end it all.

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"...Uh, guys? You SURE this is a good idea?"

"C'mon, you really think anyone gives a damn about a stupid theatre?"

"Well, uh, no... I guess...... Its just that we could get, y'know, caught and stuff!"

"We AIN'T gonna get caught, trust me... Besides, its too late to back out now anyway. Bobby nearly got into some real trouble earlier after his mom caught him with his spraycan... Dumbass."

"Hey! Shut up!"

"YOU shut up!"

"Um, yeah... But..."

"Look Marty, we already agreed that you didn't have to actually take part in this, okay? All YOU have to do is keep a lookout... Nothing more, nothing less... Besides, even if we ARE caught, I've got our backs covered don't you worry..."

"...R, really?"

"Yeah, of course! Trust me Marty... We're buddies, remember?"

"Y, yeah......"



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Marty never really saw the appeal of waking up first thing in the morning. For some people it meant a time to get up bright and early to start the day afresh with a nice stretch and a clear mind... For people like Marty however, waking up in the morning meant headaches, grumpiness and a general sense of pessimism about the world as a whole. And, apart from his aching back, this morning wasn't any different.

Well, at least he ASSUMED it was morning. He'd completely lost track of the time by this point... Still, morning or not he may as well get up anyway. Even if it WAS night, there was no way he was going back to sleep now anyway.

As he shifted himself into a sitting position on the bed, he was briefly confused to find himself in an unfamiliar room. Didn't his room have a T.V in it? And a smaller bed... And a poster of Muse on the wall... And a carpet... And.......

...Wait... Oh yeah, right...

"Ffffffuuuuuck...." he said to himself as he fell back onto the soft mattress. The initial shock of the situation had long worn off him by this point... After all, its not as if he could spend every waking moment scared out of his wits right? That being said, he didn't feel any less tense then he was before... Probably wouldn't take much to cause the him panic again.

Still, before that happened, he could at least take solace in the fact that for now he was safe... If ANYWHERE on this island could be classified as being remotely safe. If he could find this place by stumbling along randomly, then chances are it wouldn't be long until somebody else came across it PURPOSELY. Hopefully he'd be far, far away by that point... Not that he needed to rush or anything. May as well take the opportunity for a little relaxation.

He unzipped the dufflebag and looked through the contents, searching for the rations they'd apparently been given. Whilst he never really bothered with breakfast first thing back home, here in SOTF he suspected that if he didn't keep what little of his strength up that it was going to bite him in the ass later on in the game. Provided he even lived that long... Best not think about it for now...

Eventually, he managed to find a rather average looking loaf of bread amongst all the garbled contents of the small bag. Two loafs of bread and a few tins of crackers? What kind of balanced rations are THOSE? Its only carbohydrates! No protein? No fats? No vitamins? Jesus Christ, how the hell is ANYBODY supposed to last on this crap!

Sigh, I guess a healthy and balance meal wasn't exactly on their minds when they made this...
On that note, he tore off a piece of the loaf before placing the rest of it back in his bag, taking a good bite of what would have to suffice as his breakfast. He'd rarely ever eaten bread without something to go along with it... Like peanut butter, or ham, or mayonnaise, or SOMETHING! It reminded him of what it was like back home whenever his parents were out and he had to make sandwiches for himself and his little sister...

...his little sister...

It was then he realised that the chances of him ever seeing her again were practically naught. What was she doing right now? Was she watching him sitting here, eating a small piece of bread in misery? Would she even be ALLOWED to watch him? She was only seven after all... He wouldn't be surprised if his parents tried to keep the truth from her for as long as possible. Did this mean that she didn't even know how much danger her was in?!? That thought was even more horrifying then the idea of her watching him hopelessly from behind a TV screen...

Either way, the fact remained that he was pretty much doomed by this point... He didn't have what it took to win this! He wasn't a brooding antihero like Adam Dodd... A total badass like Bryan Calvert... Or even a complete sociopath like J.R Rizzolo. He was just a guy! He wasn't special, or interesting, or entertaining or anything! He didn't have some big dramatic past, or any hidden talents or skills that could come in use. Hell, even if he DID it wouldn't of changed the fact that he was screwed beyond belief. As much as he hated to admit it, Jimmy Brennan was right back there. It'd take more then guts and strength to win here... You could be the most dedicated, skilled, absolute BADASS here and it still wouldn't change the fact that a shotgun to the face is still a shotgun to the face...

Besides, even if he did somehow (Probably via divine intervention) survive here... Then what? Return home only to be vilified by all the relatives and friends of the people who weren't so lucky? What if he was forced to actually commit murder in order to survive? No way people would be sympathetic to him after that... Who'd want to associate themselves with a mass murderer? He wouldn't, that's for sure. And even if he managed to get away with not killing anyone, whats to say he'd still be in any mental state to integrate back into society? By the time this is all over, it wouldn't surprise Marty if he was reduced into a shell of his former self... Which wasn't exactly much to start with. He'd be like one of those Vietnam vets you hear about, who spend the rest of their lives recalling the horrific events they had to endure in order to survive. Or about the horrific THINGS they had to do in order to see the light of day again. No matter what way Marty looked at it, every option ended with the exact same resolution... Marty J. Lovett was seriously fucked.

As he gulped down the rest of the bread he was eating, taking a quick swig of water to wash it down, he suddenly heard a noise from outside. Huh? What the... He moved slowly in the direction of the window, the noises becoming more clear as he got nearer and nearer... It didn't take long until he finally realised what they were...

...voices.

Oh... SHIT! SHIT, SHIT! PEOPLE?!? Oh fuck, what if they know I'm here?!? Aw shit! SHIT! SHIT!!!

He peaked nervously through the window, his heart pumping. Sure enough, across the street barely a few blocks down was a small group of students banded together. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on... Although he did recognize a few of them. Wait wait... Aren't some of those guys Carol's friends? Jacob Charles and whatshisname... Ben Prowl? Something like that. And there's Paige Strand as well! Does this mean Carol's safe?!?

...No, wait. She isn't amongst them... Oh god, what if she's... No, don't think about it damnit! You've got enough to worry already!


From the looks of things, they didn't seem to have any violent intentions. It didn't really occur to Marty that perhaps most of the people here wouldn't be playing either... Sure, it was probably the most practical thing to do in the situation, but that didn't mean that EVERYBODY would have instantly turned into raging psychopaths. No, it was way too early for that... Still, the fact that the group were probably harmless didn't make Marty feel any more inclined to give away his position. Just because THEY didn't mean harm didn't mean anyone else would...

And, within a few minutes, that's exactly what happened.

It looked so calm at first... A couple of them had decided to investigate one of the nearby houses. Simple enough... But then, there was an uncomfortable silence. Followed by what sounded like various muffled shouts and yells. And then...

BANG!

HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!

He had to grab his mouth in order to stop himself from screaming out loud there and then. He'd never heard a gunshot in real life... Never heard just how LOUD they could be! Just how chilling to the bone the simple metallic sound of a gunshot really was... And then, following the bang, there was screaming. And then more shouting. And then... and then......

He shot back away from the window, crawling underneath the bed pathetically as he attempted to get as far away from what was happening as possible. He curled up in a ball, sobbing quietly to himself as he covered his ears in terror. He blocked out all the noises from his head, desperate to calm himself down... Desparate to believe that none of this was really happening. That he was back home, bickering with people over the internet in the comfort and safety of his own room instead of where he was right now. In the middle of some godforsaken island listening to an ongoing bloodbath, knowing full well that it would only be a matter of time before it was HIS turn on the chopping block... But, as much as he wished he was back him with Natalie and Joshua and everyone else who ever cared about him, here he was cowering for his life underneath some creaky old bed as everyone he knew and loved died around him.

Just... Just make it stop, please! I just wanna go home, that's all... Is that too much to ask for?
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Ben's yell snapped Sarah out of the shock that she had almost fell deep in to but she was riveted to the spot. Rob was pacing now, muttering under his breath, the gun in his hand waving around madly.

For a second his eyes made contact with Sarah's. "Take an example from your Buddy sweet cheeks. Get out." He motioned towards the door with his gun before turning his attention to Jacob and quickly chilling corpse of Paige.

Sarah didn't need to be asked twice. Bolting for the door she blasted past the boys outside her heart thumping at a hundred miles per hour as the booming voice of Danya followed her in to the dark of the night.

She ran and ran following the distant form of Ben, quickly disappearing in to the blackness. As she fled the comforting surrounds of the town she felt as if a little part of her had died along with Paige back in that room and her mind turned to darker thoughts.


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At first, Robert wasn't entirely sure, if the Paintball Guy shouted to his friends or rather at Rob himself. Then, as he stood up shaking full of 'righteous anger', the answer became painfully obvious.

God damn it, another retard...

Rob was ready to say something when suddenly, of all people, the wounded guy stood up and used the corridor leading to the back door as an escape route. Finally. Finally someone did, what Rob wanted from the very beginning - he left him alone. Maybe, just maybe, this room wasn't so full of idiots as he originally expected.

The redhead looked again at the girl he was pointing gun at, and asked her to leave as well. To no one's surprise, she chose to run away instead of standing like a tree stump and waiting for the death.

That's two. So far, so good.

Rob pointed the gun at the remaining dude in the anteroom. Maybe at the gunpoint, AND after two of his supposed friends abandoned him during the first dangerous situation, he will be more willing to listen. Rob certainly hoped so.

"Listen, you fucking retard..." He began his speech with a calm tone, but as he continued, more and more traces of anger could be detected in his voice. "I was here first. I just wanted to rest. THEN, you just come here like that, the girl starts insulting me for absolutely no FUCKING reason at all. Tragedy happened. Yes, I am to blame as well, but none of that would have happened, if you people would just SHUT UP and mind your business. And now you are making the very same mistake this girl just made seconds ago. DON'T FUCKING TELL ME TO LEAVE!"

Robert stopped for a while to lick his lips. He could feel his throat was dry like a desert. He didn't remember the last time when he spout so many words at once. Usually a short comment, statement or whatever was enough. But now... He wanted to go on. Somehow, this speech was making him feel less bad for killing that girl. Yes, that's right, she asked for it. He didn't even talk to her once, and yet she was badmouthing him AND she was close to ending his career once and for all. She had it coming.

NO! Shut up. Even if, that's not the point right now.

Rob shut down his inner feelings and got back to his initial plan of scaring the guy (and people outside) away.

"I'm not moving any single inch from here, dude. In fact, it is you who should just turn around, take your remaining buddies, and walk away. Stop acting like a motherfucking hero, because you ain't one. No one needs one anyway, just look at your supposed friends who ran away."

Tsk, I really talk too much.

Rob stared at the guy and awaited any sort of reaction. Either from him... Or from the outside.

"Just a heads up!" He shouted in the air. "Your friend is still at the gunpoint. No funny moves or he's a dead meat. Do things right, and I'll let him go just as that girl before."

As he said that, his eyes, still piercing the Paintball Guy, were telling only one thing - 'LEAVE'.
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This was too much. This was all to much.

Adrian didn't even register what was spoken to him by people around him. He only remained focused on the standoff between Rob and Ben. What about Jacob? he thought. At that very moment, Jacob took off running. Since Adrian was still at the front entrance of the house, he only caught Jacob running out the back door. Immediately following that was another threat from Rob.

At that time, the announcement reached Adrian's ears. "19 dead?!?" That statement was the last he heard of Danya's voice as his mind went into another bout of chaos. "How can there 19 dead already? What's going on? Are people really trying to play? Why? Why? Wh-?"

Adrian was then cut off mid thought when Sarah bolted past him. "Sarah!" he instinctively yelled as she ran off into the night. To him, this was the worst thing that could happen. He had said he would help her, and now she was running off! There was no way she could survive in his mind! She was still unstable from that incident at the Infirmary!

Adrian's mind then jumped to a split second decision.

"BEN!" He called back into the house. "Please don't get killed! You can't stand up to him when he has a gun!" Adrian tried his best to reach Ben. After pausing for a moment, he continued. "I have to go after Sarah! There's no way she can survive with how she is right now! Please be sensible and leave too!" His tone was getting desperate. He didn't want to see another person die, especially so quickly after Paige's death. "Please! I'll try and find you after I find Sarah!"

And with that, Adrian broke into a full sprint in the direction Sarah had run. The darkness had totally concealed any clues to where she had gone once she reached the limit of normal eyesight range, but Adrian kept running. He couldn't let more people die; he couldn't let the people he knew get slaughtered.

((Adrian Staib continued in Milk of Human Kindness))
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"...Jacob?"

And then just like that, everything started to fall apart. Jacob ran. Sarah ran. Adrian ran. Everyone ran.
And then just like that, every speaker switched on. Nineteen dead. Reika dead. Paige dead.
The reporter. Amber dead. Not possible. Not possible.
The leader. Reiko killed. Not possible. Not possible

Ben.
I think we need to have a change of plan.

What do you suggest?
We need to find a better gun.
No. Not going to play.
They're playing. You can't be a hero here. Not anymore. Who are you going to lead?
They've left you.

No. I can do this. I know we can get off.
How? Does it matter anymore?

"Stop acting like a motherfucking hero, because you ain't one."

I'm a hero now?
You thought you were going to be one.
I can't kill people.
If you want people to live, you have to kill. You have to learn when to hold your hand and when to fold.
...I think Reiko knew that. Is that why she's doing it?
Maybe. Remember what you said? Everyone could be a player. You were wrong. Everyone is playing, whether they want to or not. It's a game. A sick game.
A game. I don't want to play.
You're already playing. Listen harder. Now, let's get out of here before you get bankrupt.

And then Ben opened his eyes.

"I'm leaving."

Purposefully, he picked up his rucksack and buckled himself in. Giving one final look at Paige, he gave a nod. Maybe he'd see her soon. But not too soon. One day. Opening up the door, he stumbled out onto the land, and started to walk forward, past DK. Without missing a beat, he muttered. "I don't know where I'm going, and I don't have much of a plan. Follow or split. Your choice. I'll see you at the after party either way." Touching his finger to his forehead in a salute, he started to hike.

Fold.

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Adrian just bolted. He shouted something inside and bolted. He'd completely ignored everything DK was trying to communicate.

"Fuck you, you fucking coward!" DK hollered as Adrian took off.

The only problem was that his statement would turn out to be hypocritical. Dan found himself in a position where his only option was to turn tail and run like hell. He didn't have the advantage of surprise. Rob knew that people were outside. He didn't have the advantage of angles. The door was in plain view to where he assumed Rob was standing. It was these reasons that DK shuffled himself as quietly as he could off the front porch and onto the grass before taking off for the nearest wooded area for cover.

As he ran he only hoped that someone would stop Rob eventually. Hell, maybe it would have to be him.

((Daniel Kensrue continued in So Strange I Remember You))
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At that point in time, Marty wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to run away screaming his head off or stay still and wait until it was all over.

He ASSUMED nobody saw him earlier, when he looked through the window out of curiosity. But that didn't change the fact that he was in the vicinity of a potential murderer. That somebody he knew had been possibly murdered by some unseen sociopath. But if anything, that made the prospect of hiding away all the more desirable He could just stay there and wait it out, pray that whoever was out there would just move along and leave him alone...

... It was then that he turned his head to find the biggest damn rat he'd ever seen in his life staring right back at him.

"...AAAAH! RAT! RAAAT! BIG FUCKING RAT! HOLY FREAKING SHIT!!!"

He rolled out from underneath the bed and clutched his mouth as he suddenly realised what he'd just done. There was no going back now... He had to get out of there. Had to get away before whoever was shooting stuff up out there decided to come on over and investigate that noise. Who WOULDN'T want to take the opportunity to off a guy who was cared out of his wits by a fricking RAT!

Well?!? What the hell are you waiting for!?! GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!!!

With this goal in mind, he grabbed his bag and made a run for the back door, nearly tripping over himself as he fled down the creaky steps of the old house. He eventually found himself by the back door, slamming his body against it several times before he remembered that he'd locked it to be careful. Oh shit! Where's the key? WHERE'S THE FUCKING KEY?!?

...AHA! There it is!

He grabbed the key from the counter and unlocked the back door, making a run for it the second he had the chance with his bag slung over his shoulder.

After that, all he did was run. Run as far away as he could from the small town before whoever it was who'd fired that gun decided to come looking for him. As usual, he hadn't the slightest clue WHERE he was heading. But as long as it was as far away from THERE as possible he honestly couldn't care less.

Fucking Survival of the Fittest! Fucking Danya! Fucking Rat! FUCK EVERYTHING!!!

((Marty J. Lovett continued in Life's a Beach))
Edited by Fiori, Oct 12 2010, 06:43 AM.
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To Rob's relief, everyone has finally got his point. Paintball guy backed off, and (as it turned out) two another people from the 'backup' also decided to go away. Now, he was finally alone. It's amazing how some gun persuasion can suddenly change the point of view of so many people around, to match the gun owner's.

Amazing indeed...

As the tension wore off, so did Rob's strength. He was tired when he came here, and now the only thing invading his mind was an extreme urge to lie down, no matter where. He got back the living room where he found a comfortable couch before, but before he could put his head on a pillow, a loud scream put him in the state of alert once again.

"...AAAAH! RAT! RAAAT! BIG FUCKING RAT! HOLY FREAKING SHIT!!!"

...The fuck?

Since the scream and the following noise came from afar, Rob assumed, that whoever was yelling, had to be at least one house away from his. Few minutes later, he could hear some loud footsteps outside, but thankfully, instead of disturbing Rob again, the 'Rat Person' ran in the opposite direction. A good thing, since the last thing Robert wanted at the moment, was another guy on his head. He probably wouldn't be a danger to Robert if a rat was enough to scare him away, but that would be bothersome anyway.

As Rob made sure he was really alone, he finally lay down on the couch. As he was tired as hell, Robert was pretty sure, the sleep will come immediately. Much to his dismay, it didn't happen. He tried lying down in many different positions, covering his eyes with his hands, even removing his vest for more comfort - nothing worked.

Maybe that blasted thing is just too small for me?

Indeed, the couch wasn't designed for 6'5" people of giant posture, and so, Rob had a big problem to fit in on it. In desperation, Rob decided to simply sit on the sofa, and sleep like that. That was a much better idea. As seconds passed, Rob slowly began drifting away toward the realm of dreams. But as he was close to reaching the goal, another obstacle appeared, this time in form of an annoying girl's voice drilling his head from the inside.

...and even if you DO get off here, well guess what? No one will care! You'll be a killer! The NBA or whatever the fuck it is don't want killers playing for them!

Grr...Leave me alone! Rob grumbled under his nose as he tried to dismiss Paige's voice.

You'll be a killer!

I am already, I don't care...

No one will care!

Awesome!

The NBA or whatever the fuck it is don't want killers playing for them!

The NBA don't want killers playing for them!

...NBA don't want killers...

...killers...

"Shut up!"

Rob opened his eyes and stood up. He put on his kevlar vest again and entered the anteroom to look at Paige's body again.

"If I'll bury you outside, will you leave me alone?"

No answer.

"I'll take that as 'yes'."

Rob grabbed the girl's corpse. Thankfully for him, she wasn't too big, so he had only moderate trouble to drag her about 50 meters outside of the house. Finally he dropped her down and started digging up the hole. Unfortunately, as he had no other suitable tools to do the job, he had to use his bare hands to do the job. About 2 hours and lots of curses later, he managed to dig a grave. It definitely wasn't six feet deep, oh no. It was pretty shallow in fact, but even that should be enough to cover the small body of Paige.

As he put the girl's body inside the grave, the seeds of doubt came back to his head like a boomerang.

Is she right? Did I just ruined my entire life with that gunshot?

Everything was done except from the last part - burying down the body. As he proceeded, that one little annoying thought which was haunting him from some time already, made his work a torture. But as he finally covered the last inch of the dead body, his mind was cleansed with a new revelation.

No, I didn't. Adam Dodd led a normal life after the first game, didn't he?

Even someone completely uninterested in TV like Rob, knew at least something about SOTF. He still remembered all that fuss when Adam Dodd, the winner of the first game, appeared again during the third version. And if he did - that means he had to attend school again after the first one. Which means, the government didn't just lock up the winner to rot in jail for the rest of his life. And that was his hope.

I will win, and lead a normal life, Just like Dodd...

...No wait, that's a bad comparison.


Completely exhausted, Rob went back to 'his' house. As he entered the anteroom, he noticed the large blood splatter - the reminder of the things that happened there - and...

A daypack. Paige's daypack. Preoccupied with everything else, Rob completely forgot about it. Since the girl wouldn't need anything from it anymore, Rob quickly opened it, and took everything from the inside: bread, crackers, water, additional compass, map, flashlight (you never know when you'll need another one), and... A voodoo doll?

Ok, This... I don't need. Rob thought, as he discarded the small doll. While rummaging Paige's daypack, Rob noticed how terribly dirty was his hands. He took his newly acquired water bottle and pour some of its content on his hands to wash them up a little. Finally, as everything was done, he lay down on the couch again, and this time he was so tired, not even a message from God could've stop him from falling asleep.

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Few hours later, Robert woke up as the sun reached the zenith and it's rays started hurting Rob's eyes. Still, even though he fell asleep in an uncomfortable position, that was a pretty good nap, and Rob felt much better than before. As much as he liked the idea of just barricading inside the house and waiting for better days, Rob knew that this whole 'Danger Zone' business won't let him, so he might as well go now to not get used too much to one place. In fact, he wasn't really sure if he wasn't in one of those Danger Zones right now. After all, the first announcement came when he had much more important things to do, rather than listening to that sick fuckhead Danya. Since his head was still in one piece, he assumed he was in safe area, but you never know.

Rob took a few bites of his bread, drink a few sips of water, checked his gun, and finally hit the road again.

((Rob Jenkins continued in Fucking Compasses... How Do They Work?))

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