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The Lord's Mercy; private!
Topic Started: Nov 29 2010, 12:43 AM (2,369 Views)
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((Allie Walworth, continued from Jesus Loves the Little Children.))

Allie had begun to realise just why ditching Jackie was such a bad idea. For one thing, she was jumpy as hell when she was alone. This was soon becoming a problem, when it'd gotten to the point where rustling bushes were startling her.

Then it was getting a little ridiculous. But then again, she was ridiculous, wasn't she? Getting frightened by bushes of all things while her classmates died around her.

Allie just kept walking.

No rhyme or reason to where she was going- just following what she thought was the right way. Right way to where? She didn't know. Just kept moving, stopping occasionally to drink some of her water, or eat some of the bread. She had probably walked miles by now. One end of the island to the other, she might have joked, if anyone were around to listen. But there wasn't. She felt alone. For all intents and purposes, she was, too.

Two hundred and seventy-five other kids on this island and she felt alone.

Allie stopped at a mound of dirt and sand, marked by a waterbottle with coloured bands. An impromptu grave? Whose? Allie stopped to check, looking down and trying to move the course sand with her foot. Desecrating a last memorial to a fallen friend out of her own curiosity. God, she was a horrible person. She'd really thought of doing that.

But not for long.

A harsh voice came from behind. Had he made the grave? He quickly laid down the ground rules. She moved. She died. Simple enough, she guessed. Had he got a gun pointed at her? Allie couldn't turn her head to look. Assumed he did. In that case, she couldn't move. Feet glued to the spot.

Her chest tightened. Her hand felt in her pockets, fumbled for her inhaler. Her fingers curled tight around it. She felt she'd be needing it shortly. She hoped she wouldn't.

"Please..." Allie whimpered, the words struggling to come out of her mouth. "Please don't hurt me."
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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Allie slowly tried to pull the inhaler out of her pocket, making sure not to make any sudden movements. Startling him would be the death of her; she just knew it.

He freaked out, grabbed her wrist, clenching it tight.

"No!" She shouted. Allie wanted to explain what it was, she wanted to explain the situation and that she would just give him what he wanted if he just asked her. No need for any of this. But she couldn't. The words got clogged up in her throat. Wouldn't come into fruition.

Allie tried to struggle, but was stopped by the boy pulling the gun- there was a gun afterall- close to her. She let go, let it fall to the floor. No. Not worth getting killed over. She'd just pick it up when he'd taken what he wanted from her and be on her merry way. Her breathing was speeding up now, short, shallow breaths. A series of coughs. Dammit, no. No. Not now.

The boy took a step forwards, and Allie heard a sickening crack. The boy moved, and there it was. The one damn thing she needed now more than anything.

Crushed on the floor.

Allie panicked. She fell a couple of steps back, staying on her feet by leaning on a tree. Choking. Suffocating. Her chest was getting tighter and tighter- clamps, slowly crushing her chest.

Her arm gave way, and Allie fell to the floor. There was no space in her throat now, each breath was getting shallower and shallower. Allie clumsily pawed around with her hands, noticing how blue her nails were getting. This wasn't helping. No. Not at all.

Allie looked up at the boy tried to croak out a distress signal. She needed help. She needed help and he had just crushed her inhaler and this was his fault, Damn it. He had to do something, he just had to.

She just looked up at the boy, staring down, pointing the gun at her as she lay there. He was gonna help her. She knew it. The best solution.

Allie closed her eyes for the last time.

G123 - Allie Walworth - DECEASED
V5:
B035 - Ray Gilbert - DECEASED - Guy Fawkes Mask - Too Far Gone
G029 - Zoe Leverett - DECEASED - Machete - To Really Be Alone, To Pick At All the Bones
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[18:10] <Laurels> WWJD? Fuck corpses, apparently

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[15:16] <Naft> My college once nearly burned down because someone tried to make a bong out of dollar bills and the fire alarm didn't work
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