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Youth and Beauty Brigade
Topic Started: Sep 14 2010, 06:22 PM (4,597 Views)
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((Colin Falcone continued from Tunnel Vision.))

That one monumental step out of the darkness and into the light left the pair of boys in a clearing. To their right stood a large, church like building. And to the left, the water. The calming sound of the water lapping against the shores of this forsaken island sounded strangely soothing to the guilt addled boy. Hey, the ocean and the beach were supposed to wash all your troubles away. Right? The soothing song... Hey, he could have the beach campfire that he had always wanted.

Yeah. That sounds like a good idea.

And so Colin led Tim towards the sound of the water and the ocean. That soothing respite, where he hoped he could leave his guilt; at least for the moment. His gait was long and awkward as he made his way across the terrain. The beach was only a fifteen minute walk from the exit of the tunnel; however Colin really wouldn't have minded if it was halfway across the island. He just wanted to be as far away from that damn place as possible. With each breath, each step, more and more did the boy lose that composure that he struggled to retain, and more and more tears began to fall in mourning of Tony Russo. While he prayed that a good night's rest would relieve some of his pain, he knew better. And while he longed for those days, he was no longer a naive little boy. The events in the tunnel had clinched that.

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The rest of that afternoon had been spent gathering firewood to build a small fire on the sand. And as dusk finally began to approach the eerily silent pair, the fire has just began to burn. A couple of matches that Colin has brought along for the sole purpose of 'just in case' on the class trip made themselves quite useful in this regard. And as the tinder and driftwood burned slowly, creating a warming reddish glow, the boy finally spoke for the first time in hours.

"D...Do you blame me for what happened?"

As if his mouth was the Hoover dam, allowing it to open finally let all of the emotion go that he had been holding back since meeting Tim at the mouth of the Cave. It started with a quiet sob. And then another. While his face was masked by the leaping flame and searing hot air between the pair, the noises couldn't be drowned out by the crackling of the fire. Heat radiating from the blaze baked the tears to Colin's cheeks before they ever had a chance to splash to their doom in the sand.

"I... I didn't want to do it. I really didn't." He sniffed in hard, trying to hold his facial features to at least some standard. "He... Was in so much pain... I... Am I a murderer?" His pained voice drowned out the crickets and other various animals on the island. And as much as he didn't want to put any of this with or on his only friend on the island, he couldn't physically stop himself. His chest hurt with each sob, his head hurt with each teardrop. And his heart hurt with the blazing intensity of the sun. At least the pain let him know he was still alive though. Still human; by some stretch of someone's imagination.

"How am I going to go on?" A question posed to no one in-particular, rhetorical in reality. However the question hung on the air, as if the sea's breeze were tossing it to and fro. The pain in his chest continued to build as he whimpered softly, slowly curling into a ball, his arms wrapped around his knees, his pack tossed carelessly into the sand.
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"Come on, get up... It'll do you no good to sit here and grieve and think about Tony. It was horrible, I know.. And I'm really sorry, but I think you should just put it out of your mind. If you keep thinking about.. the past.. It'll only bite you in the behind. So.. please get up."

Colin knew Tim's heart was in the right place with everything he said. But for some reason, his friend's consoling did little to pacify the sorrow that he felt. He continued to sob, trying to pull himself together for his friend's sake. Poor Tim sounded just as distraught as he was. Colin wasn't sure exactly why Tim was so distraught, but his current state couldn't be helping any.

A deep breath. He forced a calming wave through himself as he tried to recollect himself. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, listening to the calming sound of the waves lapping against the sand, the roaring crackle of the fire burning on the earth. If it weren't for the bloody nature of this forsaken island, this would be beautiful, and serene. Hey, if he hadn't been kidnapped they may be doing this anyways somewhere near a lake or something.

"Hey, Tim." He sounded sullen and downtrodden, but no longer was the waiver in his voice. "I always used to sing when I was a kid to calm myself down... Maybe it will help this time." He forced the most fake chuckle he had ever had the displeasure of hearing. "Too bad my guitar is nowhere in sight..."

He took another deep breath.

His voice echoed, the lapping of the waves and crackling of the fire holding the melody for this particular song, playing straight from his heart. The anguish in his voice was evident, the raw emotion not only influencing the lyrics, but the power that the words themselves held.

"I was meant for the stage..."
"I was meant for the curtain."
"I was meant to tread these boards..."
"Of this much I am certain."


"I was meant for the crowd..."
"I was meant for the shouting."
"I was meant to raise these hands,"
"With quiet all about me...."


"Oh... Oh..."

"Mother, please be proud..."
"Father, be forgiving..."
"Even though you told me,"
'Son, you'll never make a living.'
"Oh.. oh..."


The wails that his heart wanted to make known pushed their raw emotion through the only outlet that Colin had left. His hands sunk to the sand, clenching at the white, coarse granules in a fruitless effort to cling to something real; something from before.

"From the floorboards to the flys..."
"Here I was fated to reside."
"And as I take my final bow..."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"And as the spotlights fade away..."
"And you're escorted through the foyer..."
"You will resume your callow ways..."
"But I was meant for the stage!"


He sang for that which had been lost, that which should have been. He sung for his mother, his father, his future, his past. But mostly, he sang as an ode to one.

"Our pained and sorrowed cries..."
"That betray the faces we put forth."
"For those of us who draw breath no more..."
"And those of us, who move on."


Off of the top of his head, he just let his heart flow. His sins were not pardoned, there was no forgiveness for a murderer.

"I was meant for applause."
"I was meant for derision."
"Nothing short of fate itself..."
"Has affected my decision."
"Oh, oh."


"And from the floorboards to the flys..."
"Here I was fated to reside."
"And as I take my final bows..."
"Was there ever any doubt?"
"And as the spotlights fade away..."
"And you're escorted through the foyer..."
"You will resume your callow ways."
"But I was meant... for... the stage..."


He began to weep yet again. However it felt less for guilt, and more in mourning. The only thing he could think about through that entire performance was about the boy that he just took the life of, the one that should be sitting here beside them. Why did this have to happen? He sighed, burying his head in his hands, letting the sounds of the world take over as the perfect follow to his display of emotion. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought. Will things ever be the same?
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Colin's choked voice wavered through the night, cutting the silence as if it were an Axe through hot butter. As little as Colin could control himself and his emotions, Tim's voice really did help to soothe him, to help him feel like everything was going to be alright. And even though it wasn't, it was comforting to know there was someone who cared enough about him to try and make him feel better, even though he had done the absolutely unthinkable.

"T-Thanks." The power behind his tears and emotion had unfortunately taken it's toll on his body, making his nose run and his eyes redden and puff up. A soft sniffle punctuated the serenity of the purely natural sounds overpowering the scene. He didn't deserve to ever know what it was to not feel sorrow and guilt again. But for that brief and shining moment, the singing really had helped. Not in the way that it did when he was younger, but in that it brought voice to his friend again.

There was one person left in the world who didn't still hate him.

Tony didn't hate him as he drew his final breath. In fact, the victim had forgiven the killer long before the act had ever been done.

Tim didn't hate him for whatever reason. Maybe he had rationalized the actions he had performed better than he himself could ever do. Or maybe he saw past the actions to the motivation and the truth behind the label that now adorned his very being.

But he would never stop hating himself for as long as he lived. Which as far as Colin was concerned, wasn't going to be more than a few more days. Colin felt that he deserved to meet his end on this island. He could never go back. As much as he wanted to feel his mother's warm embrace one more time before his time came, he knew he deserved nothing but the icy touch of the hand of death itself.

And yet the fire raged on. The love coming from Tim was still there. And as bad as Colin felt for even making Tim waste the energy to speak to him... It still felt nice. Not nice enough to make him forget or even push aside the deed that had been done. But it was still a comfort.

And through his entire thought process, he hadn't even realized he had been crying. The tears rolling down his cheeks still, the constant sniffling betrayed the guilt he felt, yet the soft smile that he dared to show only to the flesh of his knees showed only to the powers that be that he was already beginning to recover. Whoever said that time will heal all wounds was right. Colin would just never be left with enough time to heal this particular wound.

The voice of his companion broke his attention. Instead of more comfort however, bad news brewed.

"'Ey, Colin. There's someone over there.."

Through tear soaked eyes and blurred vision, Colin squinted in an attempt to determine anything at all about the newcomer. However through the red glow of the fire, the figure was indistinguishable as anything other than human. The only blessing that he saw was that he no longer had that Axe. He physically couldn't hurt this other innocent boy or girl if they meant no harm like Tony. But he also knew that he couldn't save his friend if the person were to attack the pair.

Not that there was any way he could bring himself to bring a weapon to bear against anyone ever again. No matter the circumstance. Something about the singer was broken in an absolute way. As much as his will to live existed when he felt the life of his friend was in danger, that will evaporated the moment the blood had spilled. If they were to die, apparently this would be the day. A soft, whimpering "I'm sorry" escaped his lips as he prepared for the worst, and prayed for the best.
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As soon as Jacob had walked past the sandy shores and into the water, the boy finally caught Colin's eye. And he was walking straight for the ocean. It was as if the boy was on a mission, blinders thrown across his eyes. Like a broken man, walking into the light.

He walked into the water. Ankle deep. Knee deep. Waist deep. Definitely not washing off the sorrows of the island, not attempting to find a temporary respite from pain.

He just kept walking.

And for some reason, this just mesmerized Colin. He couldn't think, he couldn't feel. The world shut out around him as his mind wandered. But thankfully for the Water-Walker's sake, Tim's voice seemed to be the one thing that could snap him out of his Stupors.

"Colin..!"

With a start, he shook his head and jumped to his feet. Disorientation was the name of the game, as from his Stupor, Colin had little idea as to what was happening. But the next thing he realized, he found his feet charging forward, keeping in line with his Companion.

"Jacob! Jacob, is that you?! What are you doing? Wait!!"

And just like that, Colin felt water washing over him. Again, a sudden jump back to reality. Looking forward at the scene, Tim's arm was on Jacob's shoulder, and the boor boy had looked like he had seen a ghost. And finally Colin realized just why Tim was so panicked. The look on his face was unmistakable. Pure sorrow, and regret. Something Colin knew all too well right now. Jacob was attempting to find his final resting place at sea, unable to take that. Something he'd lost that was so dear to him, or maybe even just the reality of it all.

Colin hadn't done a thing to help.

Tim was a hero, Colin was a monster. His eyes closed as he sighed.

"Take it easy Jacob... We want to help." His eyes almost went wide as he spoke, unaware that he was doing it. It was almost as if his entire body was on auto-pilot, leaving his mind time to wander. The split of his mind from before taking hold as reality continued to set in. The boy who was now resided on the outside. A pained longing, a terrible feeling or sorrow made up his core, his mind, in reality, his soul.
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His broken plea would fall on deaf ears. All they had to do was get this boy out of the water and come to his senses, everything would be just fine. However, that deluded thought only lasted for a split second as his voice quickly became louder and stronger from it's just defeated tone.

"...I JUST WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN!"

And just as suddenly as depression turned to a blade, that blade struck a vein. His words were as thick and as red as blood, and the anger behind them was pure fire.

"You FUCKERS! WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? I WAS DOING FINE! I WASN'T EVEN NEAR YOU AT ALL, AND YOU HAD TO BUTT IN! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW! YOU DON'T EVEN, KNOW, WHAT, HAPPENED TO ME!"

Jacob's outburst caught Colin completely off guard. The sudden anger, coming from nowhere, a last well of energy; a final resort. Not a moment ago, Jacob was about to take his own life, the ocean oddly symbolic of his depression, wading through it, deeper and deeper to his final release. However this particularly affluent metaphor was lost on the stunned Colin as he was knocked flat onto his butt. In the middle of the ocean. The water reached his neck, and luckily it didn't go any farther. Because Colin probably would have started flailing. Regardless of the fact that Colin was now soaked to his core, Jacob continued his rant. So many insults, so many names that didn't even fit, Colin couldn't quite make sense of all of it. However, the name that he began to scream at the end of it all did spark a memory.

"Paige...Paige...PAIGE!"

".....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!"

Oh. Shit.

This realization made Colin's mind go blank as well as his face, completely missing the boy go skittering up the beach like a tarantula on crack. He just wanted to apologize. He suddenly understood why Jacob wanted to end it all.

But for some reason that he couldn't cognate, he couldn't let him do it.

This was the first time in Colin's life that he had trouble making an idea, a thought, a reason into words.

He just couldn't let him do it.

"Wait!" His head swiveled to and fro, his panicked look growing as he couldn't find the figure. And then it hit him how long he had been stunned for. And he looked back to the fire to see Jacob's unconcious body illuminated a soft red and yellow from the lapping flames, and he finally let out a sigh of relief. "Whew... Maybe he'll be a bit calmer when he wakes up... Maybe we can actually help. Now, can you help me up?" He forced out an obviously fake chuckle, thrusting his hand from the dark blue tides, his eyes gingerly falling on Tim. And as his friend reached down to help him up, he debated a quick embrace as thanks for everything he had put up with so far. Surely, it would have been more bearable for Tim to have gone off with some other friend.

But he didn't. Instead, Colin just waded for the shore. "Shit. I only brought one set of clothes... At least I can dry these..." While he mused to himself, he set over towards where Jacob laid in the sand, slowly rolling him over so that he didn't manage to drown on dry land. What he saw about the boy horrified him though; a feature revealed in the light of the fire.

There was a bullet hole. In his leg. Colin's eyes went wide as he began to panic. This wasn't nearly as bad as the injuries that Tony had sustained in the tunnel; Jacob's leg could be saved with proper medical treatment. However, there was no proper medical treatment on this island. However, the did have small first aid kits. In a rush, Colin ripped his from his bag, the shirt of his only other set of clothes falling to the sand as he cast it carelessly aside. "Scissors... Band-Aids... What in the hell are we supposed to do with thes- Oh thank god Gauze." This was just like when he was a kid and mom treated his scrapes. Only on a massive scale. A bit of anti-biotic on the Gauze... And apply the gauze, medical tape to hold it down. Keep the thing from getting infected. However unfortunate, it looked like the worst of the damage had been done. If it was going to get infected... It was probably actually going to get infected, no matter what he did. "We need to get him out of the sand. Do you have a sleeping bag or a blanket or something we can lay down for him?"

Either way, they would sit for a day and await Jacob's recovery. Colin was too emotionally drained and physically tired to move. His current set of clothes ended up draped on sticks and stuck in the sand near the fire to dry, the only other set he had thought to bring adorning his body not a few short minutes after he had tended to the other boy. Every few hours he glanced to Jacob, looking for signs of stirring, looking for any signs of deterioration. He may not have had much of an idea what he was doing, but he sure as hell cared.
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The sunrise had come and gone. Colin had nodded off once or twice over the course of the night, but as much was to be expected. Beyond these momentary lapses in consciousness, he had kept a vigil eye on his charge for the night.

Unfortunately, one of those sessions of sleep happened to come about right as Jacob began to stir.

Just as Colin's eyes closed, Jacob's opened, giving him ample time to let the gears turn in his head, before finally speaking his first 'sane' sentence; if any mindset on this island could be considered sane anymore. Really, those who lost their minds were insane for well... being insane. Those who held their sanity from before... Were they insane for being able to handle the drama and the stress of this sadistic game?

"...anyone got some water?"

It was enough to wake the boy with a start. "Huh?" His head snapped to attention as he looked around, obviously startled by the first break of the silence.

"Oh. Y-Yeah. Here, hang on."

He quickly rolled to the side from his seated position, reaching for his backpack and rifling through it's contents, finally retrieving a bottle of water. Even though these resources were in such short supply, Jacob still obviously needed the cool refreshment that this one remnant of the civilized world could offer. "Here."

"I'm glad you're alright. We were seriously worried about you after that yesterday." A quick glance over him indicated that his idea had worked and while they might not be the most comfortable things in the world for him, at least his clothes had dried off.

His hands idly played with each other, thumbs locked in a war. His head dipped to the sand, and then to Tim, almost as if he was asking his approval.

"So... How are you holding up? I mean... No one's doing well on the island, but..."

He sighed. This was going to be the most awkward question he had ever asked.

"I... You... Were Paige's boyfriend, weren't you? I'm so sorry..." He had no idea what to day. Colin honestly couldn't fathom that level of despair as to want to take your own life. But in a way, he could sympathize. Granted he was the one that had taken the life, but still the amount of grief that Tony's passing before his very eyes... at his very hand, brought him so much pain. Not that he would ever mention that. It would just make him seem like more of a jackass to Jacob.

He shook his head, unable to think of what to say next. The awkward silence permeated every single nook and cranny of the landscape. He had saved a life, but really, had he done good? He just couldn't tell the difference anymore. Would it have been more merciful to have just let him die? If that were the case, it would have weighed on his consciousness more than the burden of murder already did. By all means he should have been proud he helped to save a life. But what fucked up reality did he bring him back to? A guarantee of death, not guaranteed to be as swift or painless?

His eyes focused solely on the ground, unable to make himself feel worthy of eye contact. In the heat of the moment he had forgotten the pain that killing had brought. But every time he thought, the train of thought seemed to lead him back to that singular event, and to question every little thing about himself. What other option had there been though? He wouldn't have lived anyways... "Better not to think about it..."

With that quick, soft muttering under his breath, he made every effort to focus on the situation at hand.

"How's your leg feeling this morning?"
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Colin let out a soft sigh. Thankfully for him, Jacob broke the awkward silence for the trio.

"...yeah, it's...its okay. Thanks."

"Good to hear it." Tim suggested that they get moving if he was okay to walk, and frankly Colin agreed. They had been sitting here for almost a full 24 hours. Thankfully other than Jacob not another soul wandered to the beach in that time, but how long could their luck hold out? After all, they were on an island meant for killing.

Colin glanced around the beach. It was getting towards the twilight hours again and the fire was slowly burining down to it's embers, leaving a beautiful glow off the pearly white sand of this beach.

He could definitely see himself forgetting surrounded by this beauty. But it was all a facade. What had just happened to Jacob... what was barely prevented was proof of that.

Speaking of Jacob... Colin glanced over to their new companion. He was standing; that was indoubtedly a good thing. However curiously, he sat back down after appearing like he was ready to leave now. And his visage contorted into pain as the boy brough back forth memories of the one who had passed.

"I'm...I'm sorry guys. I just...Paige...she was everything I had. When I woke up here, I dunno how long ago now, but...I promised I would find her. I searched, and I searched, and then...she was there, she was right there. We were...I promised her that...we'd get off of here, we'd find our friends, we'd get..."

Colin watched him pull a small ring box out of seemingly nowhere, and his heart sank even more than it had already. He was... Oh god... His head fell as he tried to comprehend the pain of losing someone... someone like that.

"We'd get married. I got this, right before the trip. We were gonna get married, we'd leave Bayview, our friends, our families, and we'd...we'd be together forever."

He just softly nodded, turning his eyes back to Jacob. He wasn't quite sure why Jacob was telling them all of this, but he was glad on a level. It was unprovoked, he hadn't attempted to pry it. He wanted someone to talk to, someone to sympathize with, and he trusted them. Unwilling to interupt, he stayed silent, his eyes meeting his again for just a moment.

"And then...Rob Jenkins. She...I think she was so tired, so...she got angry. She used to tell me stuff about him, and then, she...I don't think she knew he had a gun. She...she called him a Nazi, and then...and..."

His eyes went wide as he watched his fall to the ground. He bit his lower lip, trying to think of something, anything to say. A hand wandered to his hair, awkwardly running through it in an effort to show some form of response; yet failing in it's goal.

After a brief moment, Jacob spoke again.

"I should have stopped her. If I'd just grabbed her, stopped her from yelling, she'd be alive."

"No... Don't blame yourself. You... neither of you could have known that he had a gun..." He tried to rationalize away Jacob's guilt. An immediate human reaction.

And then he thought back to himself not 24 hours ago. No logic in the world would wipe away that guilt, that pain. Nothing that any of his friends from either Bayview or backhome could say would have helped. Those wounds would close with time. As Colin thought of Tony once more he felt a sinking in the pit of his stomach, but no more tears fell.

"I... I think I kind of know how you feel. And I seriously owe you an explanation anyways..."

Let Jacob know he wasn't alone.

"I'm sure you heard my name the other day..."

He offered you that explanation. Now it's time to tell your story.

This was going to suck.

"T...Tony kind of rushed Tim and I in the tunnel." His chest hurt from even thinking about it in such detail again. "I... I didn't even know what I was doing, it was almost like I wasn't really there. But I... I thought he was going to kill Tim... So out of reaction when he tackled Tim, I swung my Axe." He sighed, his own eyes drilling into the sand. "H-He was hurt so badly... I hadn't wanted it. Apparently he just wanted to get rid of our weapons so we couldn't use them... He was such a good person, he didn't deserve to die. But... He couldn't move. I had to... I had to help him..."

He refused to make eye contact with Jacob. "I don't think I stopped crying for almost a day. It was right when I woke up... I..."

He trailed off, unsure of what to say. He had talked himself into a corner.

He almost hoped that Jacob would leave, or kill him on the spot. He wasn't strong enough for this crap. He just wanted to go home.
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The moments felt like minutes as he waited through the silence after telling his tale of woe and misery. His head hung in the air, his ears about literally perking up as he heard Jacob's breath, and then his voice.

"...if that's what happened, Colin...then I can't see any reason why it's your fault. If...you couldn't have known what was going to happen, then I don't see how you can blame yours-"

And then he suddenly stopped. Jacob may have thought that Colin had done what he had done intentionally, the pause honestly just serving to confuse the boy. His head turned as he looked up at their new companion, as he sat, looking contemplative. Was he second guessing his original statement? Please no.

"I'm ready to go whenever you guys are. Just say the word."

The break in the tension was welcome, to say the least. Colin offered a quick, single nod, standing and grabbing beginning to gather his things in silence, just wondering what was going through Jacob's head. Thankfully, that question would be answered relatively quickly. No longer did it take Jacob to speak up again than it had taken him to begin pulling his clothing from the night before off the makeshift drier that they had created from the embers and the coals.

"...you guys are all I have now. My friend's out there somewhere, and if I know him, I know he's not dead. I haven't died, so he knows the same for me. If we can find him, find our group of friends... and then... and then I suppose we can work it out from there, however it goes, I s'pose."

He smiled. I guess that means he didn't change his mind. A validation from someone who he didn't think just might feel obligated to make him feel better. As much as he valued Tim and his friendship, the pair had been close friends for the better part of a year now. His words had been extremely comforting, but somewhere in the back of Colin's mind, there was a thought that Tim may just want to make him feel better. That he did blame Colin. Having told his story to someone who had no ties, and their confirmation all but washed away guilt within him.

Damn, the world had to move on fast on this island. Sorrows and feelings that anywhere else would take months, or years even to move past and forget were flashing by in a matter of hours. Not that the feelings were any less real, but it almost seemed as if the island had detached itself from true time. Relationships that lasted years and decades dissolving in days. Killing, accidents... So much happening so fast. It was more than anyone could handle.

"I dunno how long you guys have been here, but I reckon this beach's seen enough of my ugly mug for the last day or whatever. I...I dunno if it's still there, but I left my bag in the town. My stuff's probably gone, but...well, I don't think you'd wanna share your stuff with me for the next week or so, I'm a big eater. So you've got maps, don't you? You lead, and I'll follow."

At least that was a plan. Some direction, some purpose. They had been here for two days after all. And frankly, Colin was starving. There was very little bread left in his own backpack. Just one question remained on his mind.

"Jacob... Are you sure you can make it that far on that leg?" He shook his head, pulling out the map and running a finger over it. It would be a little while yet until the danger zones were announced, and honestly, he figured it would be best to cover as much ground as possible before that speaker crackled to life again.

"Sounds good. If we head this way..." His finger on the map raised to point in a direction, about the way from which Jacob came. "...we can avoid most of the places that likely have people. I say we start now, make a pit stop here..." Back to the map with his finger. "...at the warehouses, and then double back around to the residential district." The last thing Colin wanted was to encounter anyone.

No more chance of killing. He wouldn't make that same mistake twice.

Slowly finishing up packing the few belongings that he still had, he nodded. "Alright, let's do this. Everyone ready?"

((Colin Falcone continued in Stay Frosty.))
Edited by T-Fox, Jan 9 2011, 04:49 AM.
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