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A Day at the Beach; Open; Day 5; starts around noon
Topic Started: Jan 5 2011, 10:24 PM (3,388 Views)
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((Jamie Li continued from Cabin Fever))

Jamie was lost, tired, hungry, disheartened, and all around not doing so well. She'd lost track of Darren a while ago, in some little incident. He'd gone to sleep, she'd gone to scout, and they hadn't reconnected. At least he hadn't come up on the announcements yet. That was something. It meant that maybe she could still find him. Maybe she wasn't a total failure.

Of course, that wasn't so important at the moment. Right now, what she needed was water. Fresh water, and food, too. She'd managed to burn through her supplies of both. She'd tried to ration, of course. It would be insane not to. It just hadn't helped. She was out of supplies and out of plans, and now, she was just trying to find some friendly face. Anything would do. Anyone. Just as long as they'd lend her a hand.

And oh, how she hated having to rely on others. It beat the fates of those who didn't, though. Lily was dead. Lily's friend, Dawne, was dead, too. She was pretty sure she'd heard that other guy from the greens called out, as well. Things just kept getting worse.

But Jamie kept going. It was all she could do. She kept going, and so far, her skills and her instincts had kept her uninjured, out of the crosshairs.

Now, she was at the beach, hoping to find something, an abandoned stash of supplies, maybe, or other students trying desperately to light a fire and signal a passing ship. Anyone would could spare her some water and food. Her eyes were dry, her lips were dry, her throat was dry. And there, in the distance, she could see them, other people. Two. She couldn't tell if they were armed, but they weren't all buddy buddy and they weren't killing each other, which meant that they were just nervous but still sane, right? Something like that.

She waved to them, and lurched closer along the beach.
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Things should have been looking up, once Jamie found other people. She had expected, at the very least, a bit of conversation, an offer of assistance, something. Instead, she was surprised by the sound of someone behind her, and, upon turning, her personal space was immediately invaded by a boy she recognized from the football team (Ricky, she thought). She was a bit tempted to shake him off; with her wrestling experience it would have been easy. That was nerves talking, though; he was being friendly, helpful. Would probably give her water, if she asked nicely. Maybe even food.

So she smiled and nodded and said, "Ah, great," as Ricky talked her ear off about everything and how he was doing fine and who the people down the beach were and all those other little pertinent details.

Of course, it was all immediately fucked up when the other girl, the one person Ricky hadn't seemed able to identify, turned and casually shot a bullet into the sand. Jamie jerked, adrenaline pulsing through her veins, thoughts of thirst forgotten entirely in the heat of the moment, the potential for imminent death staring her right in the face. The girl started talking, talking about how she was in charge, how she wanted to be left alone. Logan seemed pretty convinced by the argument, and took off running. Jamie was tempted to follow, but paused for a second. If they split now, there would be nothing stopping this girl from shooting them in the back. It could all be a trick to get them to drop their guard; after all, as it was right now, the odds were decent enough that at least one of them would reach the girl with the gun if she opened up.

"What should we do?" she asked Ricky in a whisper. He'd likely seen more conflict than Jamie had. It'd probably be best to follow his lead here.
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Things degenerated at an extremely rapid pace. Ricky was full of confidence, assuring Jamie that he had things under control. Sure he did. Nothing could possibly go wrong when walking straight up to deranged girl with a gun, right? She was going to point this out, but Ricky was already in action, taking things into his own hands. Jamie watched the whole scene unfold, watched the girl raise the gun, point it at Ricky. Oh man, she was actually going to do it. It was time to move. Time to be gone, lack of water or not. Jamie was just getting ready to book it, when the girl squeezed the trigger and nothing happened.

All of a sudden, the situation was looking very, very different. Ricky had gotten nice and close to the girl with the gun before she pulled the trigger. Now, with her gun jammed or out of ammunition, she was pretty much at the mercy of the larger boy. She seemed to realize it, too, fumbling around quickly, maybe hoping to reload. That wouldn't do at all. This was their break, their chance to control the situation, to get to a point where they could actually all walk out of this alive. Ricky saw it too, and went for the girl, for the gun. As he moved, Jamie shot down the beach towards them, ready to back Ricky up, to help wrestle this girl to the ground.

She could help get the gun, and make sure no one had to die here. And then, when it was all safer and maybe a bit better and saner and more reasonable, she could finally just ask for some water, like she'd meant to do in the first place.

Why was it so hard to get a reasonable word in without being thrown into an instant life-or-death struggle?
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Jamie had this. She so had this. Close fighting was her specialty. Okay, she wasn't bringing her best game today, she was tired and dehydrated and a bit nervous, but she could do this. Take Ericka down. Hold her. Ricky was going for the gun. That meant this would all be over in a snap. Ericka was unarmed, not very big, totally defenseless.

Then, all of a sudden, she realized that Ricky was being worthless. It looked like he'd got the gun, then realized it was unloaded. He just chucked it at Ericka, and didn't even manage a hit.

So Jamie just lunged for her, looking to grab her, looking to end this as quickly as possible. Perhaps it was the dehydration. Perhaps it was the fatigue. She didn't notice the knife, though, didn't have a clue until she was too close to pull back, too close to avert her attack. One thing Jamie knew was that you didn't get in close to a knife, not unless you knew you could control it. She was coming in all wrong for that, though. All it would take would be for Ericka to give her a couple little jabs.

This was going to suck.
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It hurt just as much as she'd expected. The knife hit Jamie in the chest, skimming a rib, then sliding between it and its neighbor. Oh god. That was... that was pretty serious, wasn't it? This wasn't just an injury anymore. This was ruptured organs and internal bleeding and, and, and...

and maybe the hit had been a little close to the heart for comfort.

Jamie toppled backwards into the sand. That was quick. Painful. Surprising. This sucked.

It really shouldn't have been like this. She had the skills. This other girl had only had a weapon, had only had the phenomenal luck to hit her somewhere important on what had to be a blind shot. Jamie should have hit her like a steamroller. It didn't change the fact that Jamie's vision was rapidly fading to black, though, as the blood pumped out of her body.

She gurgled. Her mouth felt dry. Her throat felt like it was constricting. All this, and she still hadn't got her fucking drink. The only reason she was even here, her only little goal, and she was going to die with it still unmet.

She tried to roll over, but her head swam, and she retched, coughed up some blood. The red was all she could focus on. It was shrinking in her vision, being swallowed by a pool of black.

Finally, there was no color left at all. Jamie lost consciousness.

She didn't regain it.

G034, Jamie Li: DECEASED
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